Responding initially to the site’s steeply rising topography, a vertically structured house reveals itself as the obvious design for this lake house designed by
Lake Flato Architects. Leveraging the home’s tall stature, living spaces culminate at the top floor, set just above the tree line and providing nearly a 180 degree view of the lake beyond.
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“Shiro?” Lance asked his voice quivering.
Shiro looked around. There was no way out, between the things and the fire they were trapped.
The figures were slowly approaching, teasing them knowing there was no where to go.
“Shiro!” Lance tugged on his sleeve gaining the older mans attention.
Lance was pointing upwards and it took a moment before Shiro realised what he was doing.
“Lance your a genius!” Shiro waisted no time grabbing Lance putting the boy on his back. “Hold on tight.” He yelled as he powered up his prosthetic the purple glow lost in comparison to the orange flickering flames surrounding them.
He dug his glowing fingers into the bark and began to climb.
He didn’t look down just climbed higher and higher. Shiro didn’t know what they would do once they reached the top. Even if the things couldn’t climb the fire would get them.
Lance was coughing as the smoke became thicker and thicker.
They just had to get above the tree line.
“Hang on buddy, almost there.” Shiro said through gritted teeth as he pulled them up higher and higher his back screaming with the strain put on his wounds. From the wet feeling on his back the stitches likely popped.
By time they reached the top Shiro’s arms felt like jelly and his head felt light from blood loss.
Up this high the air was a little clearer and they couldn’t see the things beneath them.
But they could feel the heat radiating from below.
Shiro didn’t say it. But he knew there was no way out of this. He was fine with dying. He had lived much longer then he had ever expected, but it wasn’t just him. Lance was here. Lance was far too young to die, too young to have to be in a situation like this.
“Shiro what do we do now? How do we get out of here?” Lance asked trying to put on a brave face but was failing as tears fell down his cheeks.
Shiro pulled the boy into a hug “I don’t know… I’m so sorry I let you down.”
“It’s ok… Shiro your still my friend… are you my friend?” He asked hesitantly like he expected rejection.
Shiro smiled “yeah buddy Your my friend too.”
“Really?” Lance asked holding out his little finger.
“Yeah really.” Shiro linked his little finger with Lances smaller one.
Then the tree began to sway, seconds from falling. Shiro did the only thing he could. He grabbed Lance and held him close as they fell towards the ground far below hoping to take the blunt of the force.
Shiro didn’t feel the impact. He felt like instead of falling he was being dragged upwards into a blinding white light.
Shiro sat bolt upright in bed in the infirmary breathing heavily with his heart racing.
Allura and Corran were running around yelling something back and forth.
Shiro was confused for a moment before his eyes ended up on Lance lying on his side and coughing his lungs up.
Shiro jumped off the bed almost falling over in the process as he crossed the distance between them putting a hand on his shoulder and rubbing soothing circles on his back.
“Lance are you ok?” He asked.
The blue paladin looked up just as he made a gagging noise and black smoke began to pour out of his mouth.
“Shiro move!” Allura snapped all but shoving him out of the yay and she put a strange mask over Lance’s mouth that seemed to actually suck the smoke away.
As Shiro watched it all came back to him. The kid in his memories, how he acted, how he looked, that unbeatable optimism and need to help.
The boy he had met it had been Lance. His Lance.
The next few days were tough. Allura said that the spell had been expelled from his body but the strain it had caused left Lance with a high fever and bed ridden.
The entire team took shifts sitting with him trying to get his fever down.
By the end of the week everyone was exhausted but Lance’s fever had finally been broken.
Shiro sat by Lance’s bed. Since waking up he hadn’t had a chance to actually talk to Lance about what he had seen in his mind and now that Lance was at least sort of coherent he wasn’t sure how to bring it up.
Luckily he didn’t have to.
“I was six.”
“Hmmm?” Shiro hummed questioning.
“What you saw I’ve been having that nightmare since I was sick.”
Shiro pulled his chair closer to the bed helping Lance sit up, propped against a few pillows.
“We didn’t have much, we always needed money and when my mama found out she was pregnant again my dad… he got a loan from some not very nice people.” Lance swallowed “Mama lost the baby, and we lost Mama a few days later, used all the money on hospital bills. The men dad borrowed the money from still wanted it paying back.” Lance pulled his knees up against his chest. “We didn’t have anything… they wanted to take my sisters to work of the debt. My brother stepped up and worked fighting in this betting ring. But it wasn’t enough and they still wanted my sisters. So one night we were all going to run away. But the men came… Dad held them off while my siblings got away but I hid in the back room and I saw when they ….they.” Lances lip started to trembled.
Acting on instinct Shiro pulled him into a hug.
“I couldn’t get out. His body blocked the door. It wasn’t until the police came knocking almost a week later did I get out.”
Shiro ran his fingers through his hair making quiet shushing noises when Lance began to sob.
“Did you find your family?”
Lance nodded not looking up from where his face was buried in Shiro’s chest. “We all moved in with my mama’s parents in America.”
Shiro nodded “look Lance everything I said I really did mean it. Your amazing, having gone through something like that but still acting so happy all the time looking out for everyone.” Shiro pulled away cupping Lance’s face with his hands “your the best blue paladin we could ever hope for. I know I don’t say it enough, but you hold this team together. Thank you for that Lance.”
Lance began to cry again throwing his arms around Shiro’s neck “I didn’t realise just how badly I needed to hear that. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
Sasuke is constantly exhausted, and yet sleep eludes him every night.
For months, he tries to occupy himself with battle strategy in the moments before sleep – running number in his head and trying to outthink the plans of his rival. Uzumaki is a bit of an idiot, but he has Nara Shikamaru at his side, and the shadow manipulator is known to be a genius.
Itachi was able to keep up with his ploys with ease, but Sasuke struggles. He is not a logical or anticipatory thinker, preferring to react to problems as they present themselves. That kind of strategy is fine when it’s only himself, but with so many lives dependant on his own, he can’t rely on such personal approaches.
As time goes on, however, Sasuke’s ruminations change in a bothersome way. Defensive strategies and possible promotions give way to imagining the clear brilliance of green eyes and a mouth curved into an impish smile.
This, more than battle strategy, keeps him awake at night, and he hates himself for being so weak and fallible as to be distracted by a woman of all things.
As autumn crept through the forest, the sprite’s hair and skin drew into a golden shimmer. Excitedly, she marveled at the fiery highlights and new hues. Before long, even her slender wings had taken on a new palette of reds streaked with yellow-orange.
As October arrived, the sprite began weaving fungus into her trees. Filaments tied to roots, soil gently enchanted, worms and other crawling bits so embedded, the forest would reclaim the leaf litter that had begun to fall. The months-long inhale of spring and summer had finally begun to exhale. The forest breathed a bit easier as the winds began to chill.
The sprite’s fingers drew glyphs into the bark, arranging patterns as easily as a pencil onto paper. In this way, she noted the tree’s health and left other notes for herself and any passing forest fey.
With a happy sigh, the sprite beat her gossamer wings and flew above the tree line. She watched ghosts draw into the forest, called by the season, called by the trees themselves. Spotting a group of old friends, she flew down to greet them.
As autumn matured, the sprite worked tirelessly to ensure the health and happiness of each tree, returning every few days to check up on them and make sure they were resting comfortably.
All in all, the seasonal transition went smoothly and without much fuss. There was a bit of turmoil with the Purple Paw Thievery, a band of magical rabbits that will steal anything they can get their paws on, but a few well placed bribes (a promise of fifteen stalks of herbs come spring, an alliance to trick Atticus Q. Redghost into giving extra batches of sweets, and a ride through the air for each rabbit) smoothed things over nicely.
Warnings - swearing, mentions of violence, depression and anxiety. _______
It was like a pounding, almost like a drum bouncing against my skull, crushing it down onto my brain mercilessly. It was dark, specks of white throbbed in the corner of it but it didn’t make out a shape or sound, it just flickered in the same place.
There was a firm grip on my arms, and I felt deathly cold, frozen almost. My body was being dragged along the floor, being held up at my arms whilst my legs were pulled along behind. My heart was dull, the beating quickened with each breath of air I allowed into my lungs, slowly pulling me back to life.
Then, like a wave, it hit me. The kidnap, experimentation and torture, every memory pushed to the front of my mind and I felt myself snap like a twig underneath a boot, easily and with little control. My eyes groaned open into slits, silently wincing at the bright lights of the corridor, feeling tingled in the tips of my fingers like pins being stabbed into a cushion. My heart rate throbbed in my chest, threatening to break out as my narrowed golden orbs took in my surroundings as my ears focused back into reality.
Alarms were going off everywhere, soldiers rushing around with guns in their hands and violent words leaving their mouths as they stared at me with wide eyes as my carriers pulled me through a set of swinging doors. My body showed no sign of life other than my twitching fingers and my tanned complexion returning to my skin once more.
I suddenly felt wide awake, the blood pumping through my veins telling me one thing like a devil on my shoulder. I listening to the voice with a smirk playing on my lips, letting the room go silent before swinging my weight to propel me into the air before landing behind my carriers who froze in their places, their hands slowly sketching toward their pistols. Before they could grab their weapons they fell to the floor as I pulled their hearts from their bodies, the organs falling into my palms making them red with the colour of death.
The corridor was empty for only a moment before a whole squadron of men fled into the narrow path, their guns poised and ready to fire if necessary. They never got the chance, my mind ripped the weapons from their grasps and made them point at their previous owners before opening fire, the walls painted with blood, lifeless bodies scattered across the ground.
A slow and lonely applause echoed through the hallway, then he appeared at the end with a sickly smile and haunting gaze which had the ability to make me shrink into nothing, “Wolf, oh my little Golden Wolf,” he mocked as he approached me, the lights flickering overhead with each step he took. I didn’t dare to move as he circled me like a predator, the man who took everything from me stood before me with a look in his eye which could bury anyone six feet under. My captor darted forward and took my face in his hand, forcing our eyes to connect as he searched them, extracting every little secret in my body like a game, “We are under attack, you’re abilities are about to be tested, Little One,” his grip was hard, and cold, the throbbing of my skin indicated I would have some form of bruising there later.
“Yes Sir,” it came out as a mere whisper and he scoffed before snatching my arm and leading me to a room at the opposite end of the hallway, pushing me inside and turning the lights on.
The blinking lights illuminated a suit made from black leather with gold stitching, it had a high neck and looked extremely tight. Next to the suit sat heeled combat boots and a pair of fingerless gloves made from leather, again with gold patterns on the material, “Get changed,” he ordered and I did as I was asked, peeling myself from my other clothes and throwing myself into the unwelcoming suit which glued to my skin. My master came up from behind me in my reflection, covering my mouth with some kind of guard which started at my chin and ended just below my eyes, it was also black, “Now go.”
Without another word I headed through the facility, soldiers of the cause split like the red sea as I passed, they whispered to one another about it being my first time fighting outside of training. Black doors entered my vision as I rounded the corner, explosions and gunfire piercing through the walls, pounding them like drums. My eyes morphed into a darker shade of gold as my outstretched palms slammed the doors wide open to reveal a battlefield littered with bodies and craters in the soil, smoke rose above the tree line and coated the sky in black. My feet carried me out of the facility, men dressed in their uniforms fell behind me in shock as my dark waves fell down and framed my face.
A screaming battlefield turned deadly silent, everything seemed to stop moving, to stop breathing. A group of people I didn’t recognise paced into a clearing and stared me down, one of them in particular wore the red star on his metal arm, the star of my captors. My eyebrows dipped in confusion but I shook it off as quickly as it came as I continued to pace toward them, fire lingering behind my dark gold orbs. Once they realised that I wasn’t stopping, a woman wearing a red trench coat stepped forward with some kind of red energy pulsing between her palms in a warning. The woman threw her energy at me but stood in horror when it didn’t effect me, instead she brewed another batch of her red mass and turned to her comrades, “I can’t stop it,” she cried in her thick accent as my eyes zoned into her body, my mind penetrating her own like darts on a board.
The woman stood stuck in place, shaking uncontrollably as she fought to take back her body from my grasp. From the corner of my eye, a metal figure flew overhead, shooting his blasters at me but failing when the ricocheted off of me and back into his direction, sending him tumbling to the ground. My lips wore a smirk, not that they could see it.
A body moved behind me, it was large and menacing but I turned and grabbed its green fist in my palm before it was able to strike me. It looked confused but angry, my free hand touched its forehead and it fell to a lump on the forest floor. With a sigh I turned to face my foes again, the man with the metal arm had moved closer to me, examining me, “Why are you helping them?”
His friend was surprised at my words, how I was english and proudly so, the man with black hair frowned, “What?” His eyes followed my pointing finger to the star on his arm, “I used to belong to HYDRA, I managed to break free,” his words struck something within me, something which made my control on the witch drop.
I took a step forward, “Break free, how?” I asked him, my voice muffled by the covering over my mouth.
“Get out of there, Wolf, come back now-” with a growl I ripped the earpiece out of my ear, crushing it beneath my heeled boot.
The man with the red star sent me a look, wide eyes, “They didn’t wipe you?”
A chuckle left my lips, “Many times since they caught me,” I paused, “What year is it?”
There was a shield latched onto his friend’s arm, he slotted it onto his back, “It’s 2017,” a shallow breath passed between my lips, “When did they take you? Why didn’t their tactics work on you like they did with my friend?”
I blinked hard and my mouth felt oddly dry, “It was 1945, the day the war ended,” I paused, looking around, “They pumped that much shit into me that it made it impossible for them to wipe me, everything would come back, I wouldn’t comply, they tortured me to get me to fear them,” the birds sang in the trees and a soft smile found my lips.
can you do a high school AU where one is the captain of the football team and they sweep off the nerdy girls’ feet?
Morning started the same, every day, rain or shine. Four thirty in the morning, the alarm beeped in the small attic room, and under one section of angled roof, where a pile of blankets slumbered, an arm would appear and slap around until the offending noise stopped. It was precise and methodical and never changed, six days a week.
Au, hybrid!Klaus meets dragon!caroline in Aspen, she hates the cold, bed sharing happens
I did not get to the bed sharing, sorry! Otherwise this would have gotten l o n g.
Under Night Sky
There were few things
that annoyed Caroline more than tourists. Aspen, her current home base, was
lousy with them this time of year. They polluted the restaurants, the bars,
every single shop in town. She supposed it was good for the economy and she
didn’t begrudge her neighbors the profits but that didn’t stop her from being irritated
by it. Even worse was that they were all over her mountain. Humans were
everywhere, from sunrise to sunset – with a few stragglers who liked skiing in
the dark - severely limiting her opportunities to change and stretch her wings.
She was constantly restless,
unable to focus, her skin itchy and tight. Even now, curled up in her favorite
chair by a fire with a truly excellent smutty novel, she’s cranky. The recent
dip in temperature and increase in frigid winds only shortened her already
Seriously, the next
drunk frat boy who tossed her a terrible line and expected his stunning wit to
earn him a VIP pass into her pants might just get eaten.
Caroline took comfort
in the fact that the busy season was almost over. She’d have a couple months to
breathe before the summer rush began. That one was always more tolerable
because at least she wasn’t cold in addition to being crowded.
She tosses her book
aside in frustration, having realized that she’s been reading the same page
over and over again. She’d just been getting to the good stuff and it deserves
her full attention. A quick glance out the window shows the sun just beginning
to set, faint wisps or pink and orange streaking the sky. She usually makes herself
wait until it’s fully dark before setting out but maybe, just this one time, it
won’t hurt to go a little early. It was a record low for February, surely most
of the tourists had called it an early day, were tucked into lodges and cabins
with hot chocolate or wine.
She’ll just drive
slowly, Caroline decides, standing up and stretching out her stiff limbs. By
the time she gets to her spot it’ll be fine. Deserted and private, just her and
the night sky.
Later, Caroline will
wonder if the decision to break her routine was among the best, or one of the
worst, she’s made in her very long life.
‘you caught me masturbating’ sex for Ellana and Krem? Pleeeeeease?
To call it a rough day would be an incredible understatement.
To start with, Krem had been torn from his bedroll in the early hours of the morning to chase a bear away from the campsite. The road through Crestwood was soggy and muddy and sprinkled with rolling hills that had his calves burning before the sun was even properly visible above the scraggly tree line. The undead were yet again rising, quickly becoming Krem’s least favorite opponents, if only for the smell of them and the way they made Ellana tremble and curl in on herself. Their party had made very little ground between rest stops for their weary legs and the constant eruption of undead hordes coupled with foolhardy bandits, and by the time camp had been set for the night, the young man was a bundle of frustrated nerves, wholly on edge and ready to snap at the smallest irritation.
He retired early, kicking Skinner bodily out of their tent and into Dalish’s, and flopped face down into his bedroll with a world-weary sigh. He tried to force himself to sleep in every way he knew of. He counted halla, counted up to 100 and back down again, he tossed and turned and groaned and moaned until he was ready to put his hair out. Finally, he rolled into his back, glaring at the canvas above him. He knew what had to be done; as much as his mind protested, his body would not be quieted.
He dug into his pack and pulled out the special implement he’d picked up last time they’d visited Val Royeaux. It was one of the few luxuries he indulged himself in: a curved phallus carved in excruciating detail out of smooth, polished wood, ending on one side in an bulbous, egg-shape. This end he pressed into himself with the help of a healthy amount of saliva, stroking the exposed phallus with a firm hand that pulled and pushed at the bit inside him.
His head lolled on his shoulders, thighs spreading as the motion stretched and stimulated his walls. As had become the norm these past months, the image of a beautiful, petite woman with long, slender elven ears and fiery red hair rose in his mind, her violet eyes sparkling as she bit down on plump, rosy lips and linked slim fingers over his. A moan rattled in Krem’s throat, eyes squeezed shut, and he put more strength behind his strokes, driving the wooden toy further into himself. His mouth hung open and his chest heaved, toes and fingers curling in the fabric beneath him.
“Oh, yes…” he gasped, hips jerking upward to meet his hand. “Yes, Ellana…uuuhhnnn…” His paced picked up as he pictured that wet slosh between his legs as hers, dripping in long slick lines down his thighs as they trembled with the effort of thrust up into her, harder and harder still until she would come undone and screamed his name. “Maker, yes–Ellana!”
A final jerk had him over the edge, mouth gaping, his tongue practically lolling out, eyes rolled back into his head.
A rustle outside the tent had him scrambling, yanking his sheets over himself and sitting up with one hand stretched toward his belt dagger.
Of fucking COURSE, he berated himself inwardly as the tent flap parted and a mess of red curls poked through, wide elf eyes gleaming in the dark. He began praying for death. Just strike me down now, Maker, if there be anything like mercy in the world.
“What?” Ellana asked with a bleary grumble.
“What?” Repeated Krem shrilly.
“I was sleeping in Sera’s tent and she said you were calling for me,” she mumbled, tumbling further into the tent.
Bitch, Krem thought bitterly of Sera as he scooted backward, still clutching the blanket around himself. “N-no, she must’ve been mistaken…”
Ellana stayed facedown on the floor of the tent, apparently too tired to move. “But I heard you just now, too…” came her muffled protest.
Shit. Krem’s mind raced, trying to think of a suitable excuse that would also get the drowsy Inquisitor out of his tent as soon as possible.
“Krem,” she said, crawling to her knees. “I’m sleepy. Can I sleep here tonight?”
“Thanks.” She collapsed next to him, far too close, one arm flung out over his chest.
Double shit. With a inaudible, uncomfortable whine, he carefully, ever so carefully removed his toy, cringing at the quiet, wet sound it make slipping out, dripping with his slick, then quickly shoved it back into his bag, watching Ellana’s face the entire time to make sure those pretty eyes remained closed. A sigh of relief left his lungs and he lifted his hips slightly to pulls his smalls back up.
Ellana’s eyes snapped open. “What are you doing?” She asked, suddenly awake.
“You’re doing something.”
She pulled at the blanket and Krem abandoned his smalls to pull it back. “Your smalls are down! Kreeeemmm!!” Realization was dawning in her eyes and a beautiful rosy flush spread through her from the quivering tips of her ears down beneath the neckline of her nightdress.
His face was on fire, blood burning in his chest and his cheeks while a string of curses chased through his mind. He was doomed. Done for.
Then that sweet, blushing elf was sliding into his lap, arms snaking around his neck, her nose pressed to his as she gazed down at him with lust and love in her eyes. Krem felt himself being pushed down into the bedroll and his hands settled themselves at her hips of their own accord.
Her lips brushed his as she whispered, “You were thinking about me…”
before he had a chance to respond, she was pressed completely against him, their legs tangling and lips searching. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and he met her with a low groan, grinding his hips up against hers as he had been imagining only moments ago. Slim fingers found him wet and waiting, but with a skillful roll, he had their positions reversed, looming over her in the darkness while she giggled and squirmed beneath him.
“No, no, your worship…” he growled with a grin. “I’ve already had mine…it’s time you got yours…”
As Krem lowered himself to her, he might have sworn he heard faintly from the next tent over the smug whisper of “get iiiiiiit…..”
The lovely @squeakowl offered to let her first smutty one-shot be featured on this blog so here it is! It’s also on Ao3 if you’d prefer to read it there and to get give this lovely writer some kudos
“Hey Cat!” Maggie’s drawl broke the silence, and Catherine Baker dropped the feather she had been trying for the last ten minutes to affix to the shaft of one of her arrows. The feather was warped, and she didn’t have enough glue, so she very much needed to make the repair work. But some other time, because it was starting to irritate her, and her work always got sloppy if she got frustrated. She couldn’t afford sloppy when her arrows were all that stood between her and starvation. Or being walker chow.
With a sigh she picked it up off her lap and set it aside for the moment. “What, Maggie?” Cat tried to keep her annoyance out of her voice.
“T-Dog found a little lake in the woods, and it looks like it’s thawed. Cold as hell, but safe. We’re all gonna go in pairs so we can get clean. You coming?” Cat was immediately on her feet. It had been a long, uncommonly cold winter, which, despite the fortuitous fact that cold seemed to slow walkers down, had resulted in most of the group being reluctant to strip down and partake in any sort of bathing. Consequently, they all smelled almost as bad as the walkers. You got used to it, though.
“Definitely, I’ll put all this away and meet you by the cars?” Maggie nodded and disappeared out the tent flap. Shortly after, Cat wandered out of the woods and into the clearing with the cars, with her quiver, bow, and knapsack stuffed with relatively clean clothing, some towels, and a bar of soap. Her dark curls where clipped back, framing her pale face.
Endless Autumn - Lucien x sweetheart fic chapter 1/6
My interpretation of the story of Lucien and his doomed sweetheart. I hadn’t got my hands on ACOWAR when I started, so this story is not influenced by any new knowledge about Lucien, the Autumn Court, or his lost love. I even named all his unknown bastard brothers…
The first time I saw her, I was on a walk through the
The low autumn sun shone brightly through the trees, shards
of light piercing through the cool air and warming my skin.
As I walked amongst the weathered barks, the sound of my
brothers laughing like fools in the formal gardens mercifully dying down, I
stumbled upon her standing beside a reflecting pool. The water was a mirror in
which she gazed upon herself, her long dark auburn hair swept over one shoulder,
her simple but flattering deep purple dress swaying gently in the breeze.
45 miles west of La Paz high in the Andes mountains, lie the mysterious ancient ruins of Puma Punku. The megalithic stones found here are among the largest on the planet, measuring up to 26 feet long and weighing more than 100 tons each. Puma Punku is a large temple complex or monument group that is part of the Tiwanaku Site near Tiwanaku, Bolivia.
Puma Punku is so unique in the way that it was constructed and shaped and positioned, that it is the most intriguing ancient site on the planet.
If you look at the stones carefully, you can see some intricate stonework, as though they used machine tools or even lasers. Evidence of ancient civilizations using modern technology? Sure.
At Puma Punku you will find incredible stones with these perfect right angles, smooth as glass, this makes Puma Punku unique and over of the few places on earth to find this type of stone work.
The massive stones were hewn at quarries over 60 miles away.
Puma Punku is located at an altitude of 12,800 feet, which means it is located above the natural tree line, this means that NO trees grew in that area which means that no trees were cut down in order to use wooden rollers, the question is how did they transport the stones?
Tiahuanaco is located near Puma Punku, less than a quarter mile northeast of Puma Punku. Scientists believe Tiahuanaco was once the center of a civilization with more than 40,000 inhabitants.
Tiahuanaco is probably the greatest Native American civilization that many people haven’t heard of.
It’s said that in Tiahuanaco are all the races of mankind represented, even elongated skulls, people wearing turbans, people with broad noses, people with thin noses, people with thick lips, people with thin lips, and some of the statues are particularly unusual and are unlike the ones found in the nearby area.
One of the most important archaeological artifacts ever discovered in Tiahuanaco or Puma Punku is the famous Fuente Magna Bowl discovered near Tiahuanaco.
The Ceramic bowl, has Sumerian cuneiform and Proto-Sumerian hieroglyphic written on it.
The megalithic stones found at Puma Punku are among the largest on the planet.
There are stones at Puma Punku that weigh over 100 tons.
Although his life was hard, we shouldn’t think that Nietzsche was miserable all of the time. On the contrary, he often talked about fulfillment, particularly when he was here in the mountains. But when he does talk about fulfillment, he’s thinking of something richer than the sort of cozy well-being we might imagine. He writes sarcastically about people who are addicted to the “religion of comfortableness.” He calls them “small, mean people hiding in forests like shy deer.” But those of us who dare to climb up above the tree line will see the views and breathe the air. It’s then that we’ll understand the benefits of abandoning comfort for true fulfillment. As Nietzsche famously said: “That which does not kill me makes me stronger.” Like every philosopher in this series, Nietzsche was interested in making people happy. However, unlike every other philosopher in this series, he believed that extremes of pain were a vital component in reaching the kind of happiness he had in mind. Not everything which makes us suffer is necessarily bad for us. Not everything which makes us feel good is necessarily actually good for us. “To regard extremes of suffering as an evil, as something to be abolished,” wrote Friedrich Nietzsche, “is the supreme idiocy.
can you do an imagine where Dean x Reader go on a road trip for a hunt but Dean notices what the reader is wearing and finds it hard to control himself where it all ends in smut? (:
Warnings - Smut, swearing
Hope you like Anon
“You sure you don’t want to change?” You looked down at yourself frowning.
You were wearing a close fitting tank top, a short denim skirt and black heeled sandals. Ok it wasn’t appropriate if you were off hunting, but you were driving to a library to find a book for Sam.
“No I think I’ll be ok, I mean it’s only a research trip right?” You look over at Sam who nodded in agreement as he looked up from the mountain of books before him.
You didn’t notice Dean’s eyes trail over your body as you turned away from him. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat.
“I mean its like a hundred degrees out there and if I’m going to be stuck in a car all night, I’m sure as hell going to comfortable” You add turning back to Dean.
You bid goodbye to Sam as you and Dean exit the bunker. You walk to the passenger side door, you see Dean looking over at you as you open it. You flash him a smile as you get in.
You smirk to yourself as you sit in the car. You’d had a crush on Dean for a while now. You knew he’d confided in his brother about his feelings for you, as you’d overheard the conversation on your way to the kitchen late one night, he’d been drinking and blurted it out.
You spoken to Sam about it the next day, as he had seen you by the door. He explained that Dean had it in his head that hunters don’t have relationships.
It was actually Sam’s suggestion that you go with Dean to the library, and that you wear the skirt you bought to use when you were bait for vamps a few months back. He said he knew his brother really liked you and he needed….persuading.
You laugh at the memory, you couldn’t believe that Sam had basically told you to seduce his brother.
After taking a minute to calm himself, Dean joins you in the car, looking over at you as he does. His eyes falling over your breasts and down to your long bare legs. He shook his head slightly to clear it before starting up the engine.
You bite your lip to keep from laughing. His knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. The drive was quiet for the first 30 minutes, he was trying to focus on the road, but you saw his eyes flicker over to you every now and then. But not enough for your liking.
You had and idea, you shift your body so that your turned slightly away from him, so that you seem to be looking out of the window. Your cross your legs, so that your skirt rides up your thighs, giving him a clear view of the curve of your ass. Even with no light source other than the moon, there was no way he was missing it.
You feel the car swerve and hear him swear under his breath. You smile at the window, you turn innocently
“You ok?” He nods, his jaw clenched. You reach out and touch his arm, his grip tightened further on the wheel
“You sure?” He looked at your eyes, before turning away without answering.
You frown to yourself as you turn back to the window. Maybe this wasn’t going to work, maybe you and Sam had simply gotten things wrong, maybe it was just drunken ramblings.
You hear him sigh deeply, and you swear you hear him murmur “Fuck it” as he turns off onto a dirt road, trees all around. He drives into the tree line totally out of sight. You breathing quickens as you shift in your seat, turning your body towards him. What the hell? Where is he going?
Dean flicks the engine off, leaving you both in complete darkness except a thin beam of light from the moon above the tree line.
“This is a really bad idea” he mumble to himself rubbing his hand down his face.
“Dean?” You look over at him confused, shifting a little closer, his eyes meet yours and you’re shocked at what you see. They are almost black. Even in the darkness you can see the hunger in his eyes.
He reaches out and cups your cheek, stroking it lightly with his thumb before reaching down and lightly pressing his lips to yours.
You gasp in surprise, before your eyes flutter closed. Dean tilts your head back for a better angle as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping passed your lips to yours. You moan deeply causing his arms to fall to your waist pulling you closer to him, your body flush against him.
You both part panting for air. His hand drops to your thigh, sliding it up the smooth skin, his fingers grip tightly as he hauls your leg over his so you’re straddling him.
“Oh fuck” you murmur as you feel his hardness pressing against your core. He kisses you again, his hand massaging your ass. Your confidence swelling, you grind against him. You hear a growl leave his throat.
“Shit, damn Y/n!” He pulls you hard against him again, making his head to fall back against the seat. “Teasing me with these outfits. Driving me fucking crazy!”
“Dean…” you whimper, you hands falling to his hard chest. You feel his fingers drag along tour hip to the edge of your panties, before dipping then in.
“Fuck sweetheart you’re so wet, so fucking hot” he groans in your ear, pulling it lightly in his teeth.
He circles your clit making you squirm in his lap. He nibbled on your neck, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. Without warning he dove his finger into you, you scream throwing your head back as you come hard instantly. Dean held you close as you rode out your high, before you slamming you lips to his.
He climb fro his lap, undoing his jeans as you go before freeing him from his pants.
His protests die on his lips as you stroked your hand along his hard length, running you thumb over his glistening head. You licked the full length of his shaft, earning a moan from above you, you gaze upwards to see him watching you intently.
You wink up at him before repeated the action, over and over until he was squirming in his seat. You finally show mercy by swirling your tongue around the tip before lowering your mouth over him.
Dean hiss in pleasure, throwing his head back hitting the seat, you moan at the sight of him, the vibrations running through his hard cock. “Oh fuck"
Burying his hand in you hair his guides your mouth over him at the speed he liked. You start to take him deeper, hitting the back of your throat.
"Fuck Y/n! Do that again baby…” you repeat you actions. He’s suddenly pulling you away from him, slamming his mouth against you.
You part to see a truly wicked look in his eyes. You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, unsure of what he was thinking. He opens the car door, grabbing your hand dragging you from the car with him.
You expect him to open the back door, it he doesn’t. Instead he takes your around to the front of the impala. Standing you dead centre of the car, before pushing your skirt up over your hips and lifting you to sit on the bonnet.
Heat floods through you, you were never someone who though of public sex as a turn on. But the thought of sex with Dean on the hood of his car…outside, technically where anyone could find you, made you tingle all over.
In truth someone would have to go looking for you to see you both, but it didn’t take away any of the excitement.
He kissed you tenderly, stepping between your legs. Hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties, you lift your hips so he can pull them off. He shoves them in his pocket before lowering the straps of your tank top, bunching it around your waist leaving your bra exposed.
“You look so fucking sexy, I wanted to shove you against the wall in the library the second you walked in!” He kneads your breasts through your bra, kissing the valley between them as he pushes you backwards lying you down on the hood of his car.
He takes his hard cock in his hand, running it up and down your slit teasing you. He looks down at you, giving you a chance to stop.
“Dean please” you beg, he wastes no time.
He slams forward, entering you completely in one, you arch off the bonnet, all air rushing from your lungs.
“Fuck, I knew you’d feel good baby. Like fucking heaven” he grunts as he shifts his hips slowly, pulling from you almost completely before, steadily entering your again. His slow pace was driving you crazy. You writhed beneath him begging him to move.
“Dean baby please, I can’t take anymore…ple…oh Fuck!” He slammed hard into you stopping your plea as he increased his space.
Your breasts jumping around in your bra as he pounded into you, hypnotising Dean.
“Fuck look at you, so sexy. Always wanted this Y/n” he pulls you to sit up, his hips never faltering as his lips slide over yours “fucking my baby, on my baby. Nothing better” your eyes widened at his words.
“Mine, my Dean” you whisper against his lips as you pull his lip between you teeth. He pulls you into a searing kiss.
“Yours” he agreed as he picks up speed once more. All else other than Dean forgotten, your body rushes towards its release.
“Dean, baby…close fuck!” You grip his shoulders tightly to keep yourself grounded.
“Come for me baby, come on my cock Y/n” you fall apart at his words, stars falling over your vision as you scream his name. He’s right behind you slamming hard into your twice as his own orgasm consumes him, your name on his lips as he comes.
You’d never heard anything more sexy, than Dean Winchester shouting your name as he came inside of you.
You pant staring at each other, kissing sweetly as you both come back to earth.
“Fuck..that was…fuck sweetheart that was amazing. Never felt like that” you pride swells at his words, making you smile as you nod in agreement kissing him lightly
“So, your baby huh?” You smirk at him, he laughs
“Always. You’ve always been mine, you just didn’t know it yet” he smirked back making you raise an eyebrow.
“But don’t worry I’ve always been yours too” he added with a wink
“Damn straight” you reply grabbing the front of his t-shirt, pulling him forward “and don’t you forget it! I don’t share"
"Good, cause I don’t want anyone other than you, I love you”
Reader does the unthinkable to both Daryl and the group. A/N: I did a slight alteration on this drabble but it is still the prompt just a little twist, enjoy! -
Your palms were soaked with sweat and you were shaking uncontrollably as a pistol was being held up to your head. “Now you’re gonna do me a ‘lil favor.” a man with a salt and pepper beard crouched down to your level, he smiled a cynical smile as he studied your petrified face. You were scared which was an emotion that you knew all too well, especially in this world along with anger and most recently, love. The man stared into your soul and with a slight chuckle he leaned in and whispered in your ear the favor he was requesting of you; it was either you carried out this favor or you and everyone you love will die.
Normally you didn’t go on runs alone but this particular run was just a few streets away and figured that you weren’t truly in need of a partner for it, also it was in the middle of the day. “I have my flare, if I run into any problems I’ll shoot it off. You’ll be able to see it.” with a tight hug and kiss, you embraced Daryl to ensure him that everything will be okay and you’ll be just a mile away. Jumping into a car, you drove off to the little plaza that was near by, you knew that there were several supplies left over and with no other people around you doubted anyone would come and take them. You parked several feet away from the plaza to avoid any possible unwanted attention, after checking that the coast was clear you made your way into the small shop. With a hard push of the door, you forced it open and rang the small bell above the counter to draw out any possible walkers, when no undead greeted you; you proceeded to stock up on the small items that were needed like books and some tampons. Trying your best to hurry you heard the faint thuds of boots running against the concrete, hiding yourself behind the one checkout counter you peeked over to see several rough looking men on the others side of the glass. “Someone’s in there! Watched ‘em go inside!” one man shouted to another. “Maybe she’s from that settlement that we been watchin’.” a rush of fear ran through your veins, they had been watching Alexandria? Were these the men that Hilltop had been warning us about and what the other’s ‘handled’? Well there was no possible way that you’re going to be able to go out the front door but you knew this building like the back of your hand from being here countless times, so you knew there is a backdoor that will lead you around the back of the plaza and looped around to your car. Being light as possible on your feet and staying crouched, you made your way for the backdoor; slowly pushing it open to try and prevent it from squealing loudly and drawing the attention of the goons outside. Right as you took one step out, a gun was pointed right at your temple and with a swift blow to the head you were knocked out.
When you finally came to the sky had already darkened and your hands were tied behind your back, your were gagged, and kneeling. A trickle of blood rolled down the side of your cheek from the injury you sustained when one of these assholes hit you with something awfully hard, most likely the butt of a gun. As your vision was coming to, you were surrounded by several men and one tall man was standing in front of you holding a wooden baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire. “Good evening sleepy head!” a chuckle came from the man, your eyes flickered upwards, once he uttered the words “..Name’s Negan…” you knew you were fucked.
“I want you to shoot that there flare of yours into the sky, call your group out from their nice warm beds to come get you.” Negan began giving you detailed directions on what to do once the other’s came for you. “You’re gonna get them out here. Then I’m gonna make you kill someone, the one person you value most outta them. Then I’m gonna hang out with Rick for a ‘lil. Maybe have some fun with Lucille with someone else…maybe you.” he pointed the baseball bat in your face and smiled. “Shame, you’re a pretty girl and too bad I might have to kill you.” Negan walked around behind you and untied your right hand so you could reach into your holster and shoot off the flare. The bright red light shot from the small gun and exploded way above the tree line, anyone in a 15 mile radius would be able to see the distress call and then you all waited.
About half an hour later, the rush of footsteps running in the direction towards you echoed through the woods. You opened your mouth to yell out to them, to warn of the trap but Negan placed a hand on the back of your head and squeezed tightly, pushing on your wound. Tears welled in your eyes as more blood began pooling out from the large gash. The first face that appeared from the darkness was Glenn’s, who was being illuminated by the campfire the Saviors had started while the waiting game was in full force. “Y/N?!” Rick’s voice called out from behind Glenn, as the whole group stepped into the opening where you are stuck at, everyone soon realized what was going on. “Let her go!” Daryl yelled from behind Michonne who was standing next to Rick. “Now what kinda of rescue mission is that?” Negan chuckled as he pushed past you and walked closer to your group, twirling Lucille around in his hand. As Negan talked to the other’s how he was pissed about what Rick had done, killed his men, then killed the men he sent for killing his men. Negan grew angrier as Rick was listening to him, walking over to you he grabbed a hold of the collar of your shirt and yanked you to a stand. He cut off the rope that was binding your hands together and pushed you over to the group, reaching in his back pocket he pulled your pistol out that he had taken from you while you were knocked out and forced it into your hand. “Now sweetheart, pick one. Or you’re all gonna die!” Negan was whispering in your ear hauntingly. “I can’t!” you yelled at him, trying to push him away from you but you were already feeling weak from the blow to your head. Negan grabbed you roughly again, which made you yelp in pain and caused Daryl to lash out at Negan; which Daryl was met the the handle of Lucille to the face and a swift kick to the stomach, knocking him down on his ass. “Ahhh, now we have a winner, winner chicken dinner!” Negan grabbed a hold of your cheeks with his index finger and thumb, forcing you to look him in the face. “Shoot him.” he said sternly. Tears welled in your eyes as the thought of murdering the man you love for the lives of the other’s scared the living hell out of you, you could not make that decision. Negan forced your hand open and placed the pistol in your palm, then closing your fingers around it, he forced your arm to aim at Daryl who was now coming to a stand. Your arms were shaking so badly that Negan poked fun at you and told you to man up some, to either kill Daryl or everyone else will die as you watch.
“It’s either him or everyone else also then including him.” Negan rolled his eyes as you were still in the same stunned position. You finally walked over to Daryl, still shaking like a leaf and slowly pointed the gun up to his head. He looked in your eyes and you looked in his, he nodded his head because he understood what must be done and was taking his fate with bravery. “I love you baby. Do what you need to do, for everyone. For our family.” he turned his head back and scanned the row which his apocalypse family were lined up in. Turning his head back to you, your finger was now hovering over the trigger, deciding whether to pull it or not but Negan was breathing down the back of your neck as you could feel his eyes burning a hole through you. You dropped your gun in defeat, “I can’t hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you or any of them.” tears were pouring from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and dripping into the thirsty soil. Negan now overwhelmed with rage stormed over to you, whipping you around to look you in the face before he sung Lucille over your head; they managed to forget the knife that was hidden in the little pocket that was on the inside of your combat boots, with a fast jab, you sunk the knife into the nape of Negan’s neck and missed his artery by a few inches. Stunned with the injury that you gave him, he stumbled back and dropped Lucille on the ground, holding neck tightly to prevent anymore blood from spilling out. You turned quickly and made your way to run over to Daryl who had his crossbow out and ready to fight, just as you were almost in his grasp..
A loud bang rang through the woods and through everyone’s ears, all eyes turned towards the source of the noise. Negan was holding a pistol in his hand, which still had smoke rolling out from the barrel, lifting up and fading into the night’s sky. Your hands reached up to your throat and when you pulled them away, the were soaked in blood, your blood. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out but a spurt of blood and all you saw was Daryl rushing to your aid as you collapsed on the ground. You found it difficult to breathe and each breath seemed to be harder and harder to take, you were shaking and your body felt cold but the warmth from your blood leaking out of the bullet hole through the side of your neck sent chills through you as it rolled down your body. Daryl was supporting your head up in his arms and pressed you tightly to his chest, tears rolling from his eyes. “I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch!” Daryl was screaming at Negan who was smirking through his pain from your knife in his neck. He turned away and entered a small tent that was set up close to the fire. Everyone still sat in their line as the Savior’s kept them there but each of them were weeping for you. “I c-couldn’t do it. I couldn’t…I couldn’t hurt you or them..” your eyes gazed over to your adopted family, your vision blurring. You reached up a bloody hand to Daryl and stroked his cheek, he grabbed a hold of it tightly with his and kissed it, not caring about the blood all he cared about was you and how he wasn’t going to have you much longer. “I l-love you Daryl. I hope you know that…I will always be w-with you.” you smiled weakly, “Keep yourself and everyone…safe.” your eyes met the gazes of the other’s again and you smiled another weak smile. “And baby…make sure y-you kill him.” you closed your eyes and your hand fell limp, as you finally passed and succumbed to your injuries. Daryl was cradling your now lifeless body, crying uncontrollably and heaving, trying to catch his breath as his tears were choking him up. He rocked with your body and in his belly began to grow anger, a fire that had been started since the death of Sophia and Merle, that fire was burning brightly now. Daryl turned back to Rick, his face stained with tears. Both Rick and Daryl knew what needs to be done, they needed to kill every last one of these motherfuckers.
South Downs Panorama, Treyford, John Hitchens, 1963
I’m in the library today working on my last ever essay for this degree. In the distance, just above tree line, is Twyford Down, the start of the South Downs in the west. For three years I’ve been on this campus looking over at the Downs and they never fail to make me feel happy to be where I am.
“There’s this heavily forested area surrounding my late aunts home that had a ton of activity. Everyone who’s been there, including daylight visitations will agree that there’s something wrong with that whole area.
I’ve had my fair share of experiences out there. Screaming and moaning coming from the forest, along with faint conversation, flashing lights, I’ve even seen some movement. In particular, I’ve seen this white solid object multiple times with my own eyes. At first, I wrote it off thinking it was someone walking around out there, or maybe perhaps it was a plastic grocery bag because let’s face it, everywhere you go on this planet is going to have human waste.
Well, my aunt had this camera set up several years back, and I still hold one of the videos that it managed to capture… I Just can’t explain it. Could it be a camera malfunction? Perhaps, but this is similar to what I use to see during my time out there. You’ll see something white appear a bit on the left side of the video, as if it’s a face peaking out from the foliage, and then it goes back in.
Now, that wasn’t the only video that was captured. I remember another video where you can see what looked to be a shadow walking through the forest. Unfortunately, this was the only video that I managed to still have on my HDD.”