amber honey


sorry to the anon who posted this, my internet is crap and I can’t answer directly

Dipper: I guess I like how tall he is.

Bill: We’re barely two inches apart. And the question was about my face. You just don’t want to admit that you like my eyes. What was that I read in your diary again? “Iridescent irises, like sunshine trapped in honey amber - ”

Dipper: Aaaaaaaaaaaand that’s quite enough from you. As for his personality, when he isn’t being a narcissistic jerk, or reading through my journal -

Bill: Diary.

Dipper: - private journal, I guess he can be nice at times? And he always know how to cheer me up whenever I’m stressed so that’s a plus.

Bill: I am so nice.




word count: 1,437

I walked up the rugged path of the hiking trail, following behind the others. They were ahead of me. Probably because this was not exactly what I enjoyed doing with my spare time. I had been dragged along with my friends and their boyfriends, who all did this regularly. Their boyfriends brought along their friend Shawn. I technically wasn’t fifth wheeling since he was here, but I didn’t know Shawn well enough to hang out with him the whole time.

The sights we were seeing truly were beautiful, but hiking three miles was one of the most athletically challenging things I had ever done, if I’m being honest. The weight of my backpack, containing clothes and all the other essentials for the night, made the hiking even harder. We finally made it to end of the trail where we planned to stay the night. The guys began to set up the double hammocks while my friends and I put our bags down and took in the view. I gulped down a bottle of water after the challenging hike.

“Where’s the other hammock?” Shawn asked the other two guys.

“What do you mean? There’s six of us so we only need three double hammocks.”

“What?” Shawn and I both blurted out at the same time. We had no problems with each other, we didn’t even know each other well enough to not like one another. That was the point, though. We didn’t know each other. We had only met a handful of times. He seemed like a sweet guy, he really did. He was always quiet and bashful every time I had ever been around him. I guess now was my chance to get to know Shawn better.

As we all ate and admired the breathtaking scenery around us, I tried to strike up conversation with Shawn. The more comfortable we got to each other now, the less awkward it would make tonight.

“So how often do you go hiking?” I queried.

“Not a lot, actually. With my music and touring I don’t always have time to. What about you?” I knew Shawn was a musician and I knew he was pretty famous as well. I tried to make our whole situation for tonight more comfortable and acted as if it wasn’t a huge deal.

“This is my very first time. I’m not really in the best shape for these kinds of things. ” I said while laughing.

“I felt the same way on the way up here.” Lie. It was difficult to find one inch of his body that wasn’t toned. Muscles protruded out on his arms when he wasn’t even flexing. He had hiked up the trail with ease, even with a large backpack on his back.

A while later, we all sat around together and just conversed about anything and everything. Before we knew it, midnight had arrived. After my friend announced the time, I suddenly became sleepy. I made my way to the hammock Shawn and I would share. I stood behind a tree very large in diameter to change into a more comfortable t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants. I laid on the hammock and Shawn soon did the same.

“Here’s a blanket, you can have it if you aren’t comfortable sharing with me.” He spoke softly.

“Don’t be silly, we can share. I’m not letting you freeze.”

“Thank you,” he pulled half of the blanket over himself, his feet sticking out because of how long his legs were, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” I told him, giving him a half smile. He was near me but not too close, only close enough to feel the warmth radiating off his body and close enough to share the blanket. Listening to the quietness of the night at this time, I was asleep in no time.

I woke up in the early hours of the morning to find myself cuddling with Shawn. I opened my eyes slowly, considering going back to sleep since it was still dark outside. Then realized I had my arms wrapped around his torso and my head resting on his chest. My eyes now opened completely and I scrambled off of him. He was already awake though. Why didn’t he wake me up?

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I’m used to cuddling up to whoever or whatever is next to me during the night. I’m sorry, Shawn.” I apologized frantically.

“It’s okay, don’t be sorry. It’s not every day I wake up to a pretty girl laying on my chest.” He said, a blush creeping onto his pale cheeks.

“Oh really? I wouldn’t doubt it if you did.” I said jokingly. I realized in this moment how attractive he actually was. The blue and silver glow coming off the stars caused shadows to cast onto his face. His warm eyes contrasted the cool colors, looking like a mixture honey and amber.

“Well, I have a few times. But they weren’t nearly as pretty.” He whispered for only me to hear. My cheeks felt hot and I knew I was blushing.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I wanted to cuddle with you, I guess.” he answered with a shrug. I gave him a confused look then shook my head at him. I couldn’t say I didn’t want it as well. Since we were fairly close after last night, I decided it would be okay. I rested my head on his shoulder and dozed back off to sleep.

This time, I woke up to Shawn cuddling with me as well. His arms were wrapped around me and his head rested on top of mine. I took in the sweet scent of him while I was laying on his chest. His chest rose and fell slowly as he slept. He soon woke up because of my fidgeting and stretching.

“Morning.” He spoke. His morning voice was raspy and deeper than usual. My heart fluttered at the sound. ‘No, stop. You don’t need to catch feelings for him. He’s famous and he could get any girl he wants. You’re just a normal girl.’ I thought to myself.

“Goodmorning.” I replied. I scooted away from him to give him some space to stretch since he just woke up.

“So I feel like after this morning, this would be appropriate. Would you, uh, like to go on a date with me sometime? Sometime soon?” He asked nervously. A blush crept onto his cheeks, they were burning a bright shade of pink. His embarrassment and nervousness was adorable. I smiled wholeheartedly at him.

“I would love to.” I told him. I really would love to, but I wondered if he just felt obligated to.

The next week, Shawn and I decided an ice cream date would be appropriate considering how warm it was outside. I met him at the local ice cream shop. He looked absolutely amazing in a simple outfit. He was wearing jeans with a maroon t shirt that showed off his arms. He ordered a cone with two scoops of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and I ordered two scoops of cookies and cream. I begged Shawn to let me pay for my own ice cream.

“No, I asked you on a date so I pay for your food, it’s just that simple.” He argued with me. I huffed a sigh, knowing there’s no way I would win this. Shawn held the door open for me when we left and we walked down the street to a bench. We sat down and ate our ice cream. We caught up after not seeing each other for a week.

“I have to say, you look gorgeous even with ice cream on your face.” Shawn laughed. I felt embarrassed but Shawn then wiped the ice cream off my upper lip. We sat and talked until it was dark outside. We now sat closer than before and Shawn’s arm was around me. I looked up at him and admired how the pale moonlight made his features look. He looked back at me with his hazel eyes.

He leaned closer to me until our noses were touching. “Is this okay?” Shawn whispered against my lips. I nodded my head then closed my eyes, waiting for Shawn to lean in further. His lips met mine and I kissed him sweetly. His lips tasted like vanilla chapstick. Our lips moved together slowly and we both used just a little tongue. I could taste the cookie dough ice cream and grinned into the kiss when I realized this. We both pulled away and smiled sheepishly at each other.

Another Time to Love: Part 1

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 3,518

A/N: after so long, it’s finally here. this is something very different to what i usually write, and although there is no drama or smut in this part, i can assure you there is going to be. special thanks to @likethismccall​ for proofreading and helping me out so much with this! i hope you guys enjoy! and please please send feedback, it means so much to me!

Originally posted by multihxe

I stare down at him, eyes wide and lips parted. I was panting like crazy, though it felt like I wasn’t breathing at all; like my lungs had collapsed on me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to go this way.


I take a deep breath, eyes boring out the window as I watch the water pellets slam from the sky and ricochet against the ground. I take another breath before shaking any nerves and opening the door of my car, jumping out and immediately regretting it as the rain begins to drown me. I slam the door behind me, chest heaving and heart stammering as my hair clings onto my face and neck, my clothing soaked through onto my skin. With a small nod of my head, I race toward the apartment building and clamber up the steps, scurrying toward the camera and buzzers.

My eyes scan over the apartment numbers until my fingers press against the number, number 15. My fingers repeatedly press the button, a long trail of buzzing blaring from the protected speaker and a weak blue light flashes above the camera. “Can I help you?” The groggy voice shatters my heart but it only pushes me further. “Y-yeah. My car broke down, and my phone battery ran out, I don’t know where I am!” I pant in an uncontrollable sob, allowing panic and fear to rush to my face as I grip at my dripping hair, knowing he’d be watching me through the camera.

A moment of silence washes over us for a moment and my clothing absorbs even more water until his voice speaks again. “Alright, just hold on and I’ll be down.” I sigh in relief, nodding my head and swallowing back the nerves.

You did good, Y/N. You just gotta keep it up.

I pace around the porch wrapping my arms around myself as my teeth chatter, my lips now most probably blue and hair slick to my head. The sudden burst of sound from the front door catches my attention as a large, yet slender, figure emerges from the light and into the darkness with me.

The sky begins to cackle, as though it was mocking myself and my plan as he rushes toward me. I expect him to brush past me and straight to my car, but he doesn’t.. He approaches me with open arms, wrapping my freezing body in a warm blanket and rubbing my arms as I use my own hands to keep the warm material as close as possible. I look up at him through hooded eyes, the lightning illuminating his features, slightly taking me back.

His eyes were a gorgeous, honey glazed amber with the most beautiful eyelashes I’d ever seen. A constellation of moles and freckles scattered his cheeks and neck, along with a dark coat of thin stubble across his jaw. If I didn’t know what I did, I would’ve been putty in his hands by now. But I do know, and that changes everything.

“Are you okay? You’re freezing!” He worries, eyes full of concern as he gazes into mine. I shake my head, coming back to it and forcing a smile as I glance up at him. “I’m fine, I’m just extremely lost and-” “-and your car, right, come on.” He cuts me off, but not rudely. He grabs the umbrella that I hadn’t noticed he brought with him, and opens it, allowing the waterproof fabric to shield us from the heavy downpour.

He pulls me to his side, and I hold my breath in attempt to stop myself from snapping and failing this whole thing. Before I know it, we’re standing by my car; the hood up and I was holding the umbrella, shielding the both of us as he flashes his torch over the engine. “Ah shit, your exhaust is blown and you have an oil leak.” He cusses, standing back and slamming the hood back down.

I turn to him with furrowed eyebrows and parted lips. “The next gas station isn’t for another couple miles. Why don’t you come in and we’ll call a tow truck?” He suggests and I sigh in relief, smiling up at him. “Thank you so much!” He smiles down at me, pushing his large hand between us. “Dylan.” He beckons over the thunder, and I take his hand in mine, “Y/N.”

Dylan smiles down at me once more before leading us back toward the apartment building and pushing the door open for me. It was a gorgeous building, marble flooring and white washed walls. It’d cost a bomb to live here, but he ever so clearly could afford it. The lighting was dim, but bright enough for me to get a better look at him as he lead me up the stairs to the second floor.

He wore a pair of sweatpants and a black shirt that clung adoringly to his body and dripped with water. He walked up the stairs before me, giving me a perfect view of his ass and I scold myself for letting my mind wander so easily. “I have some spare clothes you can have.” His voice wakes me from my daydream and I smile wearily up at him as we approach the longing hall.

I had to plan this out, I couldn’t mess this up. In and out, it’ll be that easy.

I reach into my jacket pocket, pinching the petite vile between my fingers to ensure my own safety. Dylan comes to a stop, inserting a key into a lock and twisting it with a click, pushing the door open and ushering me inside. “Thank you so much, you’re so kind.” I thank him appreciatively, walking inside as he follows behind.

“I wouldn’t just leave you out there. Let me get you some warm clothes, I’ll be right back. Make yourself at home.” His words fade into a mumble the further away down the hall he gets, and I watch until he’s out of sight. My eyes wander around the apartment appreciatively, taking in the rather homely vibe. The place was beautiful, whitewashed walls and gorgeous wooden flooring. Warm colours of cushions and accents complemented the brightness to dull it slightly.

This was nothing I had expected for an ex-gang member. This was a home, a beautiful, loving home and I found myself doubting my own thoughts the further I looked around the room. I made my way into the kitchen, scanning the area before pulling the vile out of my pocket and popping the cork that concealed the clear substance. I make my way toward the refrigerator, hand wrapping around the door. I’m about to open it, when footsteps pound against the ground and I quickly lower my hand.

“I hope you don’t mind sweats and an old baseball shirt.” Dylan calls, smiling when he notices me and hands me the clean and warm clothing. “You want a drink?” He asks and I nod my head politely. “Thank you, again.” I repeat, nerves getting to the best of me. He smiles at me warmly, grabbing a bottle of wine and two tall wine glasses. “Bathroom is third door to your right, down the hall.” I nod at him, spinning on my heels and scurrying down the hall and into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me as my back presses against it.

Taking a deep breath, swallowing thickly and squeezing my eyes shut, I scurry over to the sink and mirror, slamming the fresh clothes onto the counter and staring at myself with wide eyes in the mirror as I take in my appearance; mascara smudged down my cheeks, and hair matted to my face. Great, I looked like a complete fucking drug head.

I rid myself of the clothes, replacing them with Dylan’s, and although they are about three sizes too big, I didn’t look half as bad as I thought I would. I take another deep breath, fixing my face and rubbing my fingers through my hair. I gather my soaked clothes and nod to myself in approval and make my way out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen.

“Here.” He speaks as soon as I enter the kitchen, taking the wet clothes from my arms and throwing them into the dryer. I thank him again, gritting my teeth at the fact that I’ve already been here longer than intended. “I couldn’t get through to the tow service, I think the storm cut through the phone lines.” I grunt at his words, panic now beginning to surge through me as the lights dim out, darkness now surrounding us. “And the power lines too.” He mumbles, fumbling in one of his kitchen draws and he pulls out some matches and candles.

“Fuck.” I cuss under my breath, my breath shallowing and I find myself terrified of what could happen. “Hey, it’s alright. You can stay here the night.” He offers, but that only scares me even more.

Through those moments of my panicking, Dylan had managed to light a whole bunch of candles, both the living room and kitchen dimly lit with candle light. Candles were scattered across the breakfast bar that separated the rooms, and a couple placed beside the T.V and on the glass coffee table.

“I’ll be right back, go sit down.” He instructs and I willingly oblige as he wanders down the hall with a couple candles and a lighter. I grab my glass of wine from the counter and make my way to the couch, sipping the cool substance and relaxing a little, then wine soothing my irrational nerves.

With every sip I take, I feel myself slowly fall out of reality before the sounds of footsteps pull me back, and I sit up from my slouched position, dropping the glass as it shatters onto the floor. “What did you do to me?” I murmur, groaning at the throbbing pain pounding in my head. Dylan charges toward me, crouching down and lifting my head to face him, his fingers on my chin.

“Better luck next time, princess.” He retorts, not so pleased with his accomplishment. I growl at him, head spinning and vision blurry before I fall off the couch and into his arms and everything fades into the darkness.

The stench of dirty cigarettes and stale liquor invade my senses, bringing me back to reality after the deep slumber I was unwillingly put into. My eyes strain at the bright lights above me and my body aches from slouching in this god awful chair for so long.

“Well well, looks like sleeping beauty finally decided to join us.” I jump at the unfamiliar voice and try to run, but my arms are tied behind the back of the chair, and ankles tied to the legs. I let out a small whimper, careful not to let them show I was afraid. The mysterious voice laughs, becoming louder as a large build comes around from a dark corner.

“Stay the fuck away from me.” I hiss in a demanding tone, struggling in my seat as my limbs tug against the ropes. The man charges toward me, anger surging through his body until a hand wraps around his shoulder and pulls him stumbling back. “Touch her and I fucking kill you.” A familiar voice growls from behind the tall man, and I knit my eyebrows in confusion, that wasn’t possible, I was hearing things.

“Get the fuck out of my sight.” He spits, the giant brushing past him and back into the dark hallway. I look up through hooded eyes, my eyes widening when I finally see who my saviour was. “Oh my God, Tyler!” I cry, tears prickling in my eyes as he wanders toward me and unties my hands and ankles.

His strong arms immediately smother my waist as I bury my head into the crook of his neck, loud sobs emitting from my lips as my tears stain through his shirt. “They- they told me y-you were dead!” I howl, clenching balls of his shirt into my fists to pull him even closer to me. “Well I’m not, and whatever they told you, they lied.” I pull away from him, furrowing my eyebrows with parted lips.

Why would someone lie to me about something like this?

I hands cup Tyler’s soft cheeks as I gaze up into his eyes. I had no reason for revenge, he wasn’t dead. He’s alive. “Y/N, we need to talk.”

“Later, I just got my boyfriend back, I don’t wanna talk.” I pout, staring up to his lips and watch as he shifts uncomfortably in his place. His eyes avert mine and a frown etches onto his face.

“That’s kinda what we need to talk about.” I furrow my eyebrows at his words, tilting my head slightly and backing away from him.

“What do you mean?” I snap, growing hurt and angered despite not knowing where exactly he was going with this, I knew it wouldn’t be anything good.

Tyler remains silent for a few moments, until when he finally opens his mouth to speak, another’s voice cuts him off. “Babe, what’s taking so long?” My heart stops beating for a split second before it plummets to my feet and I choke on the lump that surfaced my throat.

“Y/N, this is Shelley,” I narrow my eyes at him as the brunette wrapped her arm around his waist and nuzzle herself into his side. “My fiancé.” Those words shatter my entire soul, and I’m frozen in place just watching them until my gaze falls to the floor and I slowly turn around, wandering past them both and ignoring the beckoning of my name.

The tears begin to stream down my cheeks as my breath caught in my chest. It felt like everything around me was crumbling away, the earth spinning beneath my feet as I lose balance of myself and tumble against the wall of a dark hallway. A loud sob leaves my lips which managed to catch the attention of a passerby who kindly helped me to my feet, enabling my stability and taking my face into their large hands.

Through my waterlogged eyes I was able to make out a few familiar features, but unable to register the being before me. “Y/N, it’s okay, I got you. Breathe for me sweetheart.” I tremble in his arms, terror invading every inch of my body as I try to pull away from his tight grasp.

His hands leave my cheeks and wrap around my waist to hold me still, dodging any kicks or punches I throw. “I’m not gonna hurt you, it’s okay. I work with Tyler. My names Cody.” My body stills once again and I stare up at him with red eyes, sniffling away the sobs as he hesitantly releases his grip on my hips.

He smiles softly, gently placing a hand against my lower back and leading me toward a quiet room, switching the light on. I take in my surrounds; whitewashed walls, wooden flooring and black and white furniture. I sit at the edge of the bed and watch Cody wander around, opening a few draws to place things back where they belong. This must be his bedroom.

“Why was I tied up?” I croak out, eyes staring into the ground and I feel the bed dip beside me. He takes a deep breath before resting his elbows on his thighs and leans forward, tilting his head to look at me. “Tyler didn’t want you to freak out and run.” He tells me, and I scoff at his words. As if Tyler really cared about me.

Cody’s stare bore into the side of my face and I finally turn to face him, meeting those gorgeous eyes. “What the hell is going on?” I finally ask, hoping for a logical answer

I look up at him wearily before taking his hands and allowing him to pull me onto my feet. He leads us out of his room and into the kitchen, where everyone was currently camping out. All eyes meet myself, usually I’d be uncomfortable at the sudden burst of attention, but right now I just wanted answers.

“Ah, princess. How nice of you to join us.” A familiar voice speaks up from the centre of the crowded kitchen, my eyes locking with the honey pair. I grit my teeth in anger, storming through the crowd and pushing people out of my way as I ball my fists by my side. I stop in front of him, swinging my arm round; my fist connecting with his nose, sending him spiralling back and a shock of pain shooting through my hand and wrist.

I wince in pain, unclenching my fist and waving it around before holding it with my other hand to soothe the pain. “That’s for drugging me you fucking asshole!” I growl, a pair of arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me away from Dylan as he caresses his bloody nose, standing back to his feet, glaring at me.

My back is slammed against the wall, a tall figure pinning me against it. I raise my head, glaring at him when I notice who it was. “What do you think you’re doing?” He growls at me, making me scoff at his comment. “Get the fuck off me Tyler, go fuck yourself.” I spit, pushing him off me and wandering back into the kitchen, ignoring the glares of people in the hallway.

“Somebody tell me what the hell is going on.” I demand, my chest heaving in anger and I find myself slowly beginning to lose control of the situation, not that I had control of it anyway. “There’s no time for that, we need to make a move now. They’re at The Pearl Inn, everyone gear up. We leave in ten.” A loud voice roars, an alpha vibe radiating off him.

His dark eyes meet mine and I gulp loudly, already intimidated by his height and flawless bone structure. “You,” he points at me, as everyone disperses from the kitchen. “Come with me.” I nod my head, following him out of the kitchen and down the hall into another room that was similar to Cody’s.

“My names Tyler, but everyone calls me Hoechlin.” He begins, throwing his shit in a duffle bag and scurrying around the room. Great, another Tyler. “And I’m here because?” I ask with annoyance, noticing how my tone frustrated the man. “You’re here because you failed to assassinate one of my colleagues. Not only that but I understand you have acquired some impressive tracking skills, and that’s something that we need.”

I laugh at his words and follow him out of the room and back into the kitchen. “You can’t trust me, like you just said; I tried to assassinate your colleague.” I snort, now finding the situation rather amusing, as does he when he chuckles at my comment. “Exactly right, but if Posey can trust you, then so can I.” I fall silent at his reply, just the sound of his name boils my blood.

“But I don’t exactly trust you.” I state in a-matter-of-fact tone, which causes Hoech to whip his head around to me. “If you trust Posey, you can trust me.” He speaks softly, and I let out a breathy chuckle. “Yeah, I don’t exactly trust him either.” I mutter, which he seems to hear but doesn’t act on it.

Instead, he opens the dishwasher, pulling out two handguns, passing one to me and shoving the other in the back of his jeans. I take the gun, doing the same and adjusting Dylan’s shirt over it. “Really, you’re giving the princess a gun?” A voice complains from behind me. I spin on my heels, noticing Dylan leaning against a kitchen countertop with his arms folded across his chest, eyes boring into me.

“Why don’t you cut out the pet name.” I hiss at him, folding my arms over my chest and leaning on one foot, narrowing my eyes at him. His eyebrows raise at my tone, a smirk on his lips as his eyes not-so-subtly rake over my body in a lingering gaze, before they trail back up and meet my own eyes.

I scoff at him, rolling my eyes and wandering past him, until his hand wraps around my arms, stopping me from going any further. “That pretty little body looks hot as fuck in my clothes.” He smirked, eyeing me again. I tear my arm out of his grasp, “And that pretty little face looks looks a little busted.” I retort, eyes averting to the purple bruise forming around his nose and eye.

I smirk at him with confidence and brush past him, my shoulder budging into his in the process. This is not how I was expecting things to go, and honestly, I don’t know who I can trust. But I do know one thing. Dylan was either going to be a pain in my ass, or the cause of destruction.

I wish I had a favourtie thing about you, but I don’t. There are just far too many. I see tide pools in your eyes: sunlight makes the seafloor of your iris glisten endless shades of honey, amber, green and grey. When the sunlight dances through your iris I’m lost in the illuminating sparkle as if I was mesmerized by the most grandeur chandler. I get lost in the ocean blues and seafoam greens hidden between the honey speckled brown. I never want to break my gaze when I’m lost in the tide pool of your eyes. Your eyes speak even when your mouth is silent, I could listen all day to the ocean raging within you. I get lost in your gaze transfixed by the private conversation that’s happening between our marble glass eyes. When I can’t seem to speak, I sit so comfortably in silence; eye contact and everything. Your gaze never frightens me- no matter how long we can hold it. The second I’m caught in your stare I lose track of time and I always forget there is a world beyond the bedroom sheets we spend all morning wrapped up in. Darling, I love that pretty little mind of yours; I want to listen to you talk forever. You’re witty, and charming, yet reserved and shy all in one breath. I swear the way you articulate words and thoughts make my fingertips itch with poetry; I crave to know every thought that escapes your lips. I want to search your thoughts and never stop, they are a beautiful requiem and I never want to turn them off. Please, don’t ever stop telling me everything-  the way you feel, think, and all that your mind wanders about. I want to travel to all of those far-off places in your mind right beside your side holding your hand through it all. I know I get lost in you so easily; but there’s nothing quite like your smile. You make my insides squirm and I forget how to speak, I can do nothing but smile in return. I can lay in bed beside you just watching the way your lips curve upward into a smile for hours on end. I don’t know lips can be so captivating, but somehow staring endlessly at them is more entertaining than watching a movie. My favourite thing about your smile is that you have so many; I can’t even count them all. I love the smile when you’re holding back your laughter. I can see the way your cheeks fill with excitement and your lips shut tight in a devious smirk like a secret is about to come bursting out of you. I love the smile when you’re watching me smile. Your eyes remain transfixed on my lips as we get lost in each other’s happiness. But I think my favorite smile is the one you get in the morning. I call it the sleepy smile. Everything in the morning is so innocent and pure. We’re both fighting the heaviness of our eyes, greedily rubbing them awake. We’re adjusting to the light filtering through my bedroom window and for a few moments we are lost in the warmth of each other skin. Your morning smile is my favorite- it’s the smile that says it all. When you give me your morning smile it seems to softly whisper “waking up next to you is my favourite sight, sound and touch” Usually you don’t say anything to me, you just look at me in a way that sends chills down my spine. I love the messy hair, the sleepy eyes, the bad breath, the awkward unspoken “good mornings” I love your morning smile because I get all of those things the second I wake up. I can’t pick just one favourite thing I have about you; but if you asked me to, I’d write you a list until you found one that felt right. I never want to stop writing about you.
—  I wrote something sappy because letting you go all the way back home was really fucking hard. 

One of my HONEY pendants filled full of rare insect inclusions in Chiapas amber. Estimated age on amber from this region is 24-26 million years. These insects were frozen in time inside of fossilized resin, which has been cut and carved to make each one a unique display specimen.

Pieces like this are why I do what I do. There’s nothing more fulfilling for me than the challenge of making something unique and one of a kind for someone that is excited to own and wear it. 

Dude, where’s my pants?

Here’s my submission for this week’s weekly prompt, “First Sight” from the Wolfstar Introvert Club @introvert-club

Everyone is welcome to participate, just be sure to tag your submissions with #wolfstar introvert prompt, or feel free to submit anonymously via ask!

“Why are you carrying around a bunch of laundry, Pads? You never do your laundry until you’re down to your last pair of boxer briefs. And even then, you turn ‘em inside out to get that extra day in.” James is sprawled on Sirius’ bed, flipping through a Sports Illustrated and spewing pretzel crumbs all over the sheets.

Sirius is standing in the doorway of their dorm room, looking confused as his gaze flips back and forth from the bundle of clothes in his arms to his roommate. “Bruh, these are your clothes.”

James raises an eyebrow. “No they aren’t. I don’t wear skinny jeans. When have you ever seen me in skinny jeans? And our towels are blue, not red.”

Sirius is scowling now. “Yes, they are your clothes, you ass. You were taking a shower, so I ran in and stole them so you’d have to walk back to the room naked and…” His voice trails off as his face scrunches up in confusion. “What the hell, man? You’re not in the shower. Why aren’t you in the shower like you said you’d be?”

James shrugs. “I got caught up.” He turns the page in his magazine, knocking his elbow into the bag of pretzels and spilling them across Sirius’ comforter.

Sirius’ eyes widen in horror. “Oh shit. These aren’t your clothes, Prongs.”

“Nope. Those are my clothes, and if you’d be so kind as to give them back, I’d much appreciate it. It’s a bit nippy here in the hall.”

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This is a list of the scents that I am using at the moment.. and have been using for a very long time, actually. I am a sucker for fragrances and love the touch of mystery each and every one of my scents leave on me. I love turning into an enigma. I apply perfume every day and for any occasion and never care about a scent being too ‘heavy’ to wear during the day. And of course I adore the beautiful flacons. 

I much prefer full, dark, erotic, spicy and warm scents to fresh and flowery ones, but as so many things in life, there are always exceptions. 


This… is the ultimate sugar baby scent. ‘Sugar baby’ is even too much of an immature and playful term for this perfume. 

Here is why:

Dedicated to the strong and determined woman…an iron fist in a velvet glove.

A tribute to courtesans - well-read, playful and intriguing women who aspired to much more than love, striving to influence the powerful men they caught in their web. Cortigiana expresses a new form of sensuality and a spiritual and invigorating voluptuousness.

From time immemorial, women have examined their world and developed tricks to win favor and thus survive in hostile environments.

Cortigiana is the link between women of yesterday and those of today, at once intelligent and seductive with myriad artistic talents.

She is seated on the grass at a picnic lunch. Her eyes take in the verdant Venetian hills surrounding her. Leaning against a cherry tree, her hand caresses the green grass swaying in the breeze. As she raises a sweet delicacy to her mouth, relishing a hint of vanilla, she illustrates her spiritual and cultural skills.
Her life is rich and rewarding, and her perfume reveals the beauty of her body.
Faintly powdery, it clothes her and adorns her with infinite artistry sail through life with finesse and seduction.

Top Note: Floral Notes, Dark Cherry
Heart Note: Almond, Vanilla
Base Note: Iris, Herbs

I love this perfume. Absolutely love it. It is my signature scent.


Dita von Teese wears it. ‘Nuff said.

Top notes are orange blossom, green notes, tarragon, bergamot, lemon and citruses; middle notes are carnation, tuberose, orchid, lilac, orris root, jasmine, heliotrope, ylang-ylang, lily-of-the-valley, rose, violet and iris; base notes are sandalwood, tonka bean, amber, musk, civet, oakmoss, honey and vanilla.

The true Quelques Fleurs formula has never been published. An ancient formula still kept in the family archives, this fragrance will never be duplicated. The blend of soft, sensual florals uses over 250 different raw materials and more than 15,000 flowers to create just one ounce of Quelques Fleurs eau de parfum.

3.) TOBACCO VANILLE by TOM FORD (Private Blend)

The classic. No need to say more.

4.) SHANGHAI LILY by TOM FORD (Private Blend)

The fragrance features spicy notes, floral notes, olibanum, vanilla, bitter orange, pink pepper, black pepper, cloves, jasmine, rose, tuberose, vetiver, cashmere wood, benzoin, castoreum, labdanum, guaiac wood and incense.

Opulent. Tantalizing. Elegant.

Shanghai Lily is a floral oriental scent that transports the senses into a world of rare and opulent ingredients from the historic silk road. Warm spices, elegant florals and addictive notes of vanilla and frankincense create a hazy reverie of glamour and temptation.

5.) PLUM JAPONAIS by TOM FORD (Private Blend)

6.) NOIR DE NOIR by TOM FORD (Private Blend)

Dark. Sexy. Indulgent.

Encompassing and celebrating the Yin and the Yang, this rich oriental scent reveals Tom Ford’s feminine side. Rich feminine florals and the masculine earthiness of black truffle, vanilla, patchouli, oud wood, and tree moss add a warm sensuality to this dark chypre oriental.



Teint de neige, “the colour of snow”, the delicate rosy hue of a powdered face. The unmistakable scent of perfumed powders, the fragrance of face powder, the perfume of talc, a soft, gentle, enveloping Eau de Toilette, yet intense and persistent. An aroma delicately permeated by the richness of the natural extracts of precious flowers, recalling the light, images and atmosphere of the belle-époque.

Top Note: Jasmin, Rose, Ylang Ylang, sweet, powdery and floral notes
Middle Note: Tonka bean, Jasmin, Rose, sweet, powdery and floral notes
Base Note: Heliotrope, Musk, Rose, Jasmin, sweet, powdery and floral notes


A boundless greenland touching the sky. The scent of grass, of new-mown hay, of countless herbs and flowers scattered in the fields, stirred by the wind and warmed by the sun. A lonely fire in the meadows, the quiet ritual of tea and mate a gentle veil of smoke, rising and lightly embracing.

Top note: Fresh, green and citrus notes, tea, aromatic herbs, Mate, Mint, Estragon, Rosewood, Ylang Ylang.
Middle Note: Green notes, tea, herbs, Mate, New-mown Hay, Lavender.
Base Note: Green notes, tea, Mate, Galbanum, Labdanum, Tree-Moss, Patchouli, Vetiver, aromatic woods, touches of powdery and gently spiced notes.


It reminds me of the scented black teas that I so love..

L’Ile au Thé is an infusion of well-being, an invigorating and soothing perfume to be shared.

Between the sea and volcanoes, a stroll in the fields of mandarin trees and tea plantations, waving in the wind of an Asian island.
The crystalline mandarin bursts into freshness, contrasting, in a soft and soothing breeze, with the tea, green and leathery, and the osmanthus, carnal and fruity, like a caress on the skin…


Delicate and irresistable, Vanille Bourbon captivates and enchants your most distant dreams. Crafted from the orchid, the fragrance is intensified with touches of amber, Tahitian Gardenia and heliotrope. Its sunny quality eases the mind and senses.


According to lore, Cleopatra so adored Egyptian jasmine, gathered from the banks of the Nile at dusk when the flower’s scent is at its headiest, that she doused the sails of her ship with their essence on her journey to meet Mark Antony. As the fragrant breezes of this legendary flower snaked his way, legend has it, Mark Antony fell in love with the Egyptian queen, famous for her love of beautiful perfumes.

A soft and sensual fruity chypre, X for Women complements the soft eroticism of X for Men. Egyptian jasmine is refreshed and made momentarily sharp by fruit notes such as tart rhubarb and juicy peach and pineapple. Vanilla and labdanum soften and enrich those notes, and the perfume is made even more erotic with the X series’ signature note of Karo Karundi, a white flower essence from the West African shrub whose scent recalls the Acacia flower and is reputed to be an aphrodisiac.

The notes in X for Women blend beautifully not only with each other, but also with skin, creating a warm, sweet and luscious skin scent that, like X for men, could be described as approachably erotic. Comforting and stunning.


An ode to Creed’s craftsmanship and passion for the world’s finest ingredients, Love in White combines hand-selected essences from five continents—a fragrant statement of global unity and peace. Created by master perfumer Olivier Creed and inspired by his love of sailing the world’s oceans, this scent is pure freedom. Cultured and polished, it’s no wonder this fragrance is loved by First Ladies. Love in White was honored on its launch day with a most iconic image—the Empire State Building illuminated by pure white lights. A zesty citrus blend grounded by powdery rice husk with cool notes of spring blooms.


A saleslady gave me a sample of this perfume because, as soon as she looked at me, she knew what an ‘erotic’ and sensual character I was.. making this scent perfect for me. What a compliment!

Life Threads Ruby is a romantic feminine fragrance for women that is reminiscent of a long quiet walk through a spring garden. Infused with the subtle notes of tangy African orange flower, musky bergamot, sweet jasmine and aromatic ylang-ylang, this classic scent combines warm musky base notes to create an oriental floral fragrance that is ideal for date night or snuggling on the couch with someone special.

There are oh so many more that I am going to try and buy.. I get so excited whenever I imagine my next perfume shopping trip. 

I can’t wait!

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crimson: fatal, sweet, and intoxicating. dancing in ruins, they are a beautiful sort of madness.

vermillion: rusty, wild, powerful, and brilliant. they are abandoned castles and gods made of stone.

amber: dripping with honey and lullabies. they are a quiet kind of queen.

lemon: live fast, die young. fearless and exhilarating, they know everything and nothing.

gold: heart stopping, blazing, beaming. they are lighting up the world tonight.

jade: elegant, sharp, seductive. they are cruelty at it’s finest.

cyan: neon lights and electric love.  they dream in light years.

azure: drunk on the sky, hopelessly hopeful, they are stuck wandering in a world not far from here.

midnight blue: inky, mysterious, and graceful. they know too much to have any optimism.

bordeaux: sophisticated and wondrous, they are stolen kisses and empty lies, fairy tale love and promises of tomorrow.

cream: moonstruck and sundazed, they are the smell of books and secrets better left unsaid.

alabaster: do not mistake their delicacy for weakness. wise and weightless, they are made of stardust.

dusty rose: bubblegum lips and paper masks. one way or another, they are rising to the top.

champagne: bubbly, dancing, the chic life. with lips painted red and hearts painted gold, they are taking on the world.

Onetigerlilly’s Clawdia and Meltar’s Abbey I worked on a long while back :) It’s my first Clawdia and I haven’t painted Abbey in a little while so I asked permission to share them~

procrastinatorproject  asked:

Regarding the chariot ask: Did you know that the Old Norse goddess Freyja (goddess of love, sex, female magic, and also of war and death (because of course also of war and death)) has a chariot drawn by cats? Not even giant cats, just cats =D That seems like it would be right up your alley!

I DID!  One of my favorite mythological visuals.

They don’t have names in the actual mythology, but in Diana Paxson’s Brisingamen, the cats are named Bygul and Tregul, Bee-gold and Tree-gold, Honey and Amber, and those are wonderful names!

The idea of a cat-drawn chariot seems less silly when you see pictures of the large cat breeds like the Norwegian Forest Cat.

I would love to have a Weegie someday.  T_T  Beautiful kaiju kitty babies!

anonymous asked:

Soulmate au #6 Nurseydex Angsty with a happy ending Please and thank you!

Notes: Jenna and Aubrey are Dex’s sisters also his family calls him Liam (hc)

6. the one where when you dream you’re seeing whatever your soulmate is currently experiencing.

When Derek sleeps, he sees large, ugly white kids pushing him to the ground, making fun of his hand-me-down clothes, his worn out sneakers, his red hair, his freckles, his owlish glasses. The kids spit on him, kick him, punch him until he’s covered in bruises and blood. They destroy his bike and force him to walk three miles home in the rain. They shove his face into the toilet bowls in the eighth grade bathroom. They call him a ‘faggot’, which stings like alcohol in a deep wound, they isolate him from the rest of the children, they break his arm. He sits on the kitchen time after time while Aubrey or his mother dabs his face with hydrogen peroxide and his father pinches the bridge of his nose and grunts about how “Liam needs to stand up for himself, be a man.”

When Liam sleeps he sees his mothers pulling him closer to their legs on the subway, getting disgusted looks from large white men, other kids in his class calling him a ‘hood rat’ and a ‘brownie’ even though he lived in a brownstone in upper Manhattan and his parents were black and middle eastern not black and white. He saw his parents sitting him down to explain how the world perceives him as a black man, how he can never be too careful, too cautious, especially around the police, or large groups of white men or white women. He saw kids at Andover giving him dirty looks, refusing to sit with him at lunch, pulling their belongings closer to themselves in the locker room. He heard countless numbers of people call him the n word for literally just existing. He had seen his soulmates face getting stitches and nose casts until the nurses in the E.R. knew him personally.

Derek knew what his soulmate looked like because he had spent so long staring into mirrors, tugging at his ears, poking at his freckles, brushing back his hair. William had freckles over the bridge of his nose and up his cheekbones, across his shoulders and down the tops of his thighs, hair the color of flames and eyes like amber honey. Derek had gotten to know the body pretty well, especially because several times he had closed his eyes to find Will in the shower or changing in front of a mirror. So when the tour of Samwell ends with them milling around Faber, Derek catches his eye across the bleachers and he can’t stop his heart from hammering. When he approaches Dex, he finally looks into those amber eyes and he melts.

“If we’re being completely honest, and I want to be, with you, I loved the glasses. They made you look mad smart.” He’s relieved when Will laughs so he continues, “You know, Jenna was right. Some people are into red heads.”

“I can’t believe how people treat you.” Which is a sobering comment. Derek takes his hand quickly.

“It’s chill, babe. We have each other now.”