and so much song of storms in there

Reasons why Rogue One should become a Broadway musical:

1. Bodhi Rook deserved an “I Want” song about how terrible life in the Empire is and how he wants to pursue his dreams

2. Why would you give Krennic such a dramatic cape and personality if he wasn’t going to storm through the Death Star booming loudly about the unimaginable power and potential of the battle station

3. Why would you waste the opportunity to have Darth Vader dramatically and sinisterly reprise Krennic’s own song about unimaginable power as he looms above him

4. Angry duet between Cassian and Jyn as she finds out what his mission was and he rejects that side of him and points out how he’s a good guy and remembers that he has a heart

5. K-2SO sideshow number

6. Galen Erso singing “Stardust” to Jyn, with a gentle first run, a sad dying number, and then a reprise as she finds the plans–the whole song was the code to find the plans

7. Chirrut and Baze love ballad

8. Princess Leia can sing at the end. It would be revolutionary.

9. “So You’ve Seen Saw”, a bombastic and inescapable number that Saw sings as he interrogates Bodhi and introduces himself

10. This started out as a joke but now I actually genuinely want this you can’t tell me it wouldn’t work Disney get on this please

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@rintaire‘s les mis moulin rouge au: writer enjolras + performer grantaire 

and there’s no mountain too high

no river too wide

sing out this song and i’ll be there

by your side 

storm clouds may gather

and stars may collide

but i love you (i love you)

until the end of time (until the end of time)

if time was a colour
i would call it blue
it’s been without kindness
and empty of you

winter came fast
taught me never to forget
left me locked in the past
stole the remainder of breath

there’s too much lost
and not enough found
got drenched in the storms
submerged and drowned

i’ve travelled long
on a ghost town road
your love right now
is all i need to know
your love darling
is the afterglow


I haven’t written a rhyming poem for… long time.  So out of practice!  This reads more like a song lyric than poetry to me.

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sansa stark meme | three quotes ► a storm of swords  sansa v

↳   Sansa listened to the tolling of the bell, counting each ring. At ten, gingerly, she eased herself over the edge of the cliff, poking with her toes until they found a place to rest. The castle walls loomed large above her, and for a moment she wanted nothing so much as to pull herself up and run back to her warm rooms in the Kitchen Keep. Be brave, she told herself. Be brave, like a lady in a song.

Broken Wings

Tags: @lucifer-in-leather @helvonasche @mamaredd123 @ravengirl94

Word Count: 603

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: A little upset Cas. That’s about it, I guess.

Author’s Note: This is my submission for @bulletscrossbowpie challenge. Thank you so much for letting me participate! I got the song lyrics take these broken wings and learn to fly. You will find them italicized somewhere in the writing.

As Dean is driving back to the bunker with Cas, he notices Cas is looking out the window watching the storm clouds roll in, unusually quiet, with a sad look in his eyes and a frown. Dean glances over at his friend, worried about whatever is troubling him.

“What’s wrong?” Dean asks, interrupting the comfortable silence.

“She can see them,” Cas’ voice is soft and broken as he looks to his best friend for advice.

“Who can see what?” Dean asks, confused as to what Cas is talking about. Thinking he’s possibly talking about something that Dean might not want to know about.

“My wings, Y/n can see my wings,” Cas explains.

“What’s wrong with that?” Dean lets out a breathe of relief.

“They’re ugly Dean, they’re broken and my feathers are falling off,” Cas whispers.

“She’ll be the judge of that, you and I both know that,” Dean grins, thinking of how you have Cas wrapped around your finger, how he would do anything you’d ask.

“I do not see how this is amusing, my wings are ugly and she will know it,”

“Guess you’ll be finding out,” Dean mutters as he puts Baby into park, seeing you waiting for Cas made him smile. Wishing he might eventually have someone like that. You had been waiting forever it seemed like and when you heard Baby coming you stood outside, waiting for your angel. Cas steps out awkwardly, and you hug him tightly. The base of his wings are bonier, and rough where they were once soft and full. You can see the storm clouds in his blue eyes, and his dark hair is mused like you like it.

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Hard to Love

Intro: So this is my entry for the @yourtropegirl birthday challenge!  HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY YAY!  This was fun to write and took me a while to straighten out, but I think it came out well! 

This was based on the song: Hard to Love by Lee Brice

I wrote it so the lyrics (in italics and indented) are what Jim is thinking.

Pairing: Kirk x Reader

Word Count: 1,991

Summary:  So basically this was 4,000 words before I decided that the first part wasn’t related to the song that much and I loved the second part better.  

So basically the preface for this is that the night before this happened Jim and the reader went to a gala and Jim got really drunk and stupid and the reader stormed off back to the room. So that is what Jim is apologizing for and what the reader is mad about. 

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You woke up to the smell of bacon.  You rolled over and stretched, relishing in the warmth of the blanket surrounding you and reached for Jim.  You were met by an empty side of the bed and a dark realization of what had happened last night.  Tears of frustration and anger pressed at your eyes at the memory.  But you still smelled bacon.  

You rolled out of bed, tucking your unruly locks behind your ears and walked towards the smell, and sound, of sizzling bacon.   

Passing through the living room, you saw the couch had a blanket scrunched in the corner and a pillow thrown on the other side.  You were beginning to put a picture together and it all made sense when you saw a half-naked Jim in the kitchen, poking at a pan on the stove with a spatula.  He was wearing nothing but his boxers and you cursed yourself when you felt a shiver of longing curl over your body.  

“Mornin’.” You almost whispered, and weren’t sure that he heard you until his head snapped up from staring at the pan to look you in the eyes, taking in his t-shirt on you and your crazy sleep-styled hair. 

“Morning.” He breathed, as if he was relieved that you had not screamed at him or punched him in the gut yet.  

Those blue eyes, damnit.  They got you every single time.  He looked extremely apologetic as you took slow, tentative steps towards him, your bare feet tapping gently on the tiled floor. 

“I’m sorry.” Jim said, and his eyebrows scrunched together in the middle and you wanted to smooth out the wrinkles with your fingertips. 

“I know, and I am not ready to forgive you yet, but I just want to kiss you because I left on really bad terms last night and you look too damn cute right now.”  You frowned and leaned up on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to Jim’s lips, his soft lips caressing yours sweetly as you leaned into him. 

You almost got lost in the kiss but you pulled back, looking up into Jim’s solemn face and you pursed your lips.  You walked around to the other side of the kitchen counter and sat on one of the stools resting your arms on the cool surface of the marble counter top.  

You watched as Jim had an internal battle with himself as he moved the bacon around the pan half-heartedly.  

I am insensitive, I have a tendency
To pay more attention to the things that I need.

“What are you thinking, Jim?” You asked softly, and you willed the tears pressing at your eyes to go away. 

Sometimes I drink too much, sometimes I test your trust,
Sometimes I don’t know why you stay with me.

“I’m thinking I’m an idiot, that’s what.” Jim stated, still not meeting your eyes. 

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Music Shuffle Tag 🎶

I was tagged by the lovely @studicals to do this challenge, thank u so much!!

Rules: Set your entire music library to shuffle and report the first ten tracks that pop up! Then choose ten additional people to do this.

My ten songs:

•Dressing Room - The Away Days
•Stay- St. Nikolas
•The Words You Say-Harrison Storm
•If You Ever Want To Be In Love- James Bay
•Flaws-Bastille
•Ben-Michael Jackson
•Nobody Knows-The Lumineers
•Little Talks- Of Monsters and Men
•That’s Where You’re Wrong-Arctic Monkeys
•Should I Stay or Should I Go-The Clash

I’m tagging : @studylustre @study4engineering @getshitdonetbh @rafstudyblr @apollo-studies @rhubarbstudies @nocturnalstudyblr @busystudyign @janetstudies @cardiacstvdies and honestly anyone who sees and wants to do this! i love seeing people’s playlists, so tag me if u decide to do ✨

Hey! I’m uploading another request! Sorry I’m so slow with them right now, my life is always crazy but I try for you guys! I hope you like it <3 <3

Request - Brendon liking the reader so offering to help her with some school work by tutoring her at home so he has the opportunity to tell her how he feels.

Anything for You

 *Reader’s POV*

 I grumbled as I stormed out of my musical theory class, my bag thrown lazily over my shoulder, I loved music and worked so hard at perfecting my own music and songs, but for some reason I could never nail theory, the notes on paper confused me so much, practical was fine, theory, not fine. I stormed through the halls at school, taking myself to my usual lunch spot with my friends, it always cheered me up to see them. Throwing myself down on the bench I kicked my legs up, laying back and covering my face with my arms, I was the first to our corner near the school’s running track, I heard footsteps after a little while, noticing a figure standing near me before chuckling in a familiar smooth tone.

“Everything ok there?” Brendon’s voice broke through my thoughts causing me to uncover my face to meet his eyes, he had a sweet smile on his face, warm brown eyes locked onto me. He looked so cute, wearing his nerdy glasses and light purple hoodie, black skinny jeans and sneakers on his feet, I hated being attracted to my best friend, it made me feel awkward sometimes, especially when he popped into my head at very inappropriate times. Sometimes I got so worked up and always seemed to find him coming into my head, I knew he didn’t like me back, or thought I was one of those girls that would cheat on him due to having had a lot of boyfriends, even though I’d only actually had sex once. Plus, he was so totally out of my league, he was cute, friendly, funny and talented, oh so talented. He didn’t exactly attract the popular girls but all the creative types were way into him.

“No. I’m totally bombing music theory, I just can’t get it, I have no fucking clue. I got a D- on my last assessment, it’s gonna drag down my whole GPA.” I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest, I was doing so well at school but this was going to destroy my chances of getting into a good music college.
“But you’re great at music, I love the pieces you compose.” He sat down opposite me, dumping his bag on the ground.

“Yeah I’m great at playing, but when I compose I don’t write the music properly, I just make it up and remember it. I can’t get the paper shit right.” I was so put out by all this but his sweet face in front of me made me feel a little better.

“Well, you know, I could help you with your music theory. Maybe give you some tutoring for a few weeks, I’m sure the extra time on it will help you get the hang of it all.” He smiled sweetly, hand resting gently on my arm, head cocked to the side in an adorable little gaze.

“Oh my god, Brendon that would be so amazing of you!” I hugged him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pressing my face into the crook of his neck, he seemed to freeze for a second before hugging back.

“I’ll be at yours for 3 on Saturday ok?” I nodded eagerly, we fell into our usual conversations as the rest of our little group appeared gradually, all of us chatting leisurely. Little did Brendon know my parents weren’t in on Saturdays so we would be completely alone in my house on Saturday, that would be interested, maybe I could finally get the chance to test how he felt about me, see if he felt the same as me. This would be interesting.

 *Brendon’s POV*

 It was Saturday, 2:45, I had to leave to drive over to Y/N’s in 5 minutes, I checked myself in the mirror, my hair was neater than usual, a nice shirt on under my hoodie, my nice jeans and sneakers on, I wanted to look good. Whatever attempts I looked like a nerd as soon as my glasses were on. I thought she was so cute, and sweet, and fun, ok I liked her, a lot, she was so perfect and we had this crazy connection, when she was talking I felt like she was the only person in the world, I could literally lose myself in her for hours and not even notice. I was so crazy attracted to her, I was desperately trying to work out how to tell her, I hated to admit that part of this whole tutoring thing was to try and finally tell her how I felt. I made sure I had all my theory books and notes and hopped into my car, driving myself to her place, once I got there I grabbed my bags from the trunk, heading to her front door, running my free hand through my hair after knocking. I waited for a moment before she answered, I instantly lost my breath, she was wearing a pair of short denim shorts and a cropped, low cut and pretty tight tank top, her body looked incredible to me, I tried to compose myself before opening my mouth at the risk of sounding like an idiot.

“Um… H-Hey Y/N, I know I’m a little early, but, um, ready to work on your theory stuff?” I asked trying my absolute hardest to not sound like a stuttering fool, her warm smile encouraged me slightly.

“You’re like 5 minutes early it’s fine, come in!” She said, her voice sounding surprisingly chipper considering I was here to do school work with her, she stepped inside, I’d been here a million times before so I knew to follow in, take of my shoes and close the door behind me. As I walked behind her, following her to the kitchen, I couldn’t help my eyes from trailing down her back, following the trail of long Y/H/C hair winding down her back, as I followed it my mind drifted to what it would feel like between my fingers, winding around them, I bet her hair was so soft. My eyes continued down her back, stopped at her shorts, they really were very short, her behind looked so damn good in them, I tore my focus from her body to focus myself again, I wasn’t here to get laid dammit, I was here to tell her how I felt, and that was certainly more than just sexual. She started shifting through her cupboards, grabbing two glasses and smiling broadly at me.
“Want a drink?” She asked, cocking her head to one side, her house seemed to quiet, I was used to her parents nattering on about stuff in the kitchen but today there was nothing.

“Yeah sure, what’dya have? It’s quiet here today.” I remarked as she got herself a coke out of the refrigerator.

“Yeah I know, my folks aren’t home until tomorrow, some business dinner thing. And we’ve got coke, lemonade, or you can have one of my dads beers.” She giggled slightly, my breath caught, I had never been completely alone with her before, her parents, or at least one of them, was always in the house when we were, this would be perfect, no distractions, no reason not to open up.

“It’s ok, I’ll just have a coke too.” She nodded, grabbing me a can too, handing me the glass and can as she took a sip of her own drink, once I poured it she lead me to her room to begin working. Ok Brendon, focus.

 *Reader’s POV*

 We sat at the small desk in my room, leaning over my folder of work, Brendon had been slowly but surely getting things into my head, I was beginning to get the hang of it now, at least I hoped I was.

“So this piece is in minor… right?” I pointed to the sheet music in front of me, cocking my head to the side hoping to god I was right this time, he chuckled a little, shaking his head slowly.

“No… sorry, its in major.” I huffed, slumping back slightly, it was driving me crazy not being able to get it right. He touched my arm gently. “Relax, just remember, minor usually has flats in the key signature, major has sharps ok?” His hand lingered on my arm as I looked up at him slightly. “You’re really not as bad as you think you know, you get things a little muddled is all.” I stood, pacing my room a little, I couldn’t help but notice his eyes moving over me as I paced, he was trying to be polite but I had seen his eyes wandering several times today, he blushed when our eyes met.

“Thank you, for all your help, it’s really helped me understand things a little better, you’ve been so kind, even when I’ve totally sucked, even though you could have been a total jerk about it.” I smiled sincerely, I did mean it, he had been so kind and sweet to me, it meant I could learn better, he put me under less pressure to get it right. “We should take a break, maybe play about on the piano for a little.” I gestured to him, wanting him to follow me to the music room in my house, it was only a dingy little room with a piano, drums and guitars all crammed in but I loved it all the same. He followed me, sitting down next to me on the stool.

“You don’t have to thank me for helping you, I’m your friend, it’s what I’m here for.” He said smiling as he began to casually play a tune on the piano, hands gliding effortlessly over the keys, I was so mesmerised by his playing, it seemed so easy for him. I shuffled a little closer to him on the stool, pressing my leg against his, stroking the keys, intentionally moving my hands close to his, I knew the tune he was playing, trying to make sure my hands were where his were whenever they came up to my end of the piano. His breath seemed to catch slightly, his nose wrinkling, causing his glasses to rise and fall, I allowed my hand to brush against his again, this time he stumbled on the keys, hitting a bum not and stopping in his tracks, he moved his hand up to push his glasses back into place, neatening his hair with his hands. I was so desperate to know what was going on in his head, he baffled me so much, what would he do if I kissed him? I really wasn’t sure whether to find out.

*Brendon’s POV*

I sat slightly awkwardly next to Y/N, she was pressed right against me and I was pretty sure she was intentionally catching my hands on the piano keys, I was using every ounce of control to stop myself from panting like a damn dog next to her, all day I had been struggling to keep my eyes off of her. I knew she had spotted me looking a few times, but why hadn’t she said anything, why didn’t she point it out, she wasn’t usually one for keeping quiet when a guy was ogling her so why was she now? We sat in this kind of awkward silence, her eyes on me but unspeaking. Every signal she was giving me right now was that she liked me, happily having me over when she’s alone, wearing clothes like that, touching my hands on the keys, leaning in so close. Was I just imagining this, was I being too wishful? God if I didn’t try to find out now, I’m pretty sure I never would. I gulped down hard, forcing the lump in my throat down so I could speak, tell her, right now Brendon, tell her! I was practically screaming in my own head by the time my mouth opened.

“Uhh, Y/N?” I asked timidly, she responded with a small “mmhhmm”, her head turning towards me. “Can I, ummm, I want to, fuck, I want to tell you something.” I finally got the words out, taking a deep breath, she nodded to indicate she was listening, her eyes looking up at my own. “Look, I’ve been meaning to tell you this a long time, but, well, I thought you wouldn’t care, that it would annoy you or push you away so I’ve kept quiet about it, I guess I just cant anymore. I…” I trailed off, losing that surge of confidence.

“Just spit it out!” She joked, giggling playfully as she met my eyes, that smile, everything about her, I had to do this now.

“I like you!” I blurted, gasping at my own bluntness, I quickly started babbling again to try and rescue the situation, god that was awkward of me. “I have done since we met, just, everything about you makes me so happy, but I’ve been so afraid you’d hate me for it, or you wouldn’t like me back, I mean I know I’m not as tall or built up as your ex’s and probably not as handsome but…” I was cut off by the feeling of her warm lips pressed against my own, it startled me, I definitely wasn’t expecting this reaction. I was frozen for a second but she soon got me kissing back, her hands resting behind my neck, gently touching my hair, twiddling it between her fingers, I moved my lips slowly against hers, letting her set the pace, I hadn’t done this nearly as much as she had, it made me nervous about being crap at it, what if she hated kissing me? “So you like me back?” I asked shyly, answered with another slow kiss.
“You talk too much.” She teased, pressing her lips firmly back against mine, I gained a small amount of confidence, enough to hold her waist at least, she lead the kiss, I wanted to try and lead a little so I flicked my tongue gently against her lip, she seemed to very eagerly allow me entry, touching her tongue against my own, letting me set the pace. She pulled herself closer to me, pulling our bodies together, I held her waist in my hands, a small moan escaped her lips, head leaning back as she broke the kiss, I sat for a moment before deciding to carry this on. I pressed a small kiss to the base of her throat, earning yet another moan from her, encouraged by this I started pressing kisses all over her neck, progressing to open mouthed kisses, flicking my tongue against her warm, soft skin.

“Brendon…” She whimpered softly, fingers gripping in my hair ever so slightly, wriggling in her spot. “Come on… let’s go back to my bedroom.” She stood, gripping my hands and  pulling me up, she eagerly pulled me into her bedroom, kissing me hard on the lips as she pulled me towards her bed. My head finally caught up to what was happening, she liked me back she was kissing me, we were in her bedroom. My heart pounded in my chest as she held me close, holding my shoulders in her slim fingers, biting her lips at me between kisses. I was so nervous, should I tell her I hadn’t done this before? Or should I try and play it off. God I was scared.

*Reader’s POV*

I pulled Brendon towards my bed, I wasn’t expecting this today, but the way he kissed my neck like that, no way was he getting out of that, I moved my hands to the front of his hoodie, gripping the collar and pushing it off of his shoulders and down his arms. My hands continued on to his shirt, fumbling with each of the buttons as our lips crashed against each other, I noticed his hands weren’t doing much apart from holding my waist, I did wonder why but my mind was racing and I didn’t pay attention, I managed to unbutton his shirt, pushing it down his shoulders and onto the floor. My hands moved to his belt buckle, fumbling with it in between my fingers, our lips still crashing messily against each other, as I began to unbuckle his belt I felt hands on my own, holding me still. Our eyes met as I pulled away, looking up at him, confused as to why he was stopping me.

“What is it?” I whispered breathlessly, staring up at Brendon intently, he was blushing slightly, eyes awkwardly staring down into my own.

“I… um…. I gotta tell you something.” He trailed off, looking at his feet, hands still holding my own still, I felt a little put down that he seemed so hesitant, maybe there was another reason.

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?” I slipped my hand out from under his, cupping his warm, flushed cheek in my hand, pulling his face up gently to meet his eyes.

“I haven’t done this before.” He whispered, his voice cracking slightly, our faces so close, a feeling of intimacy I’d never felt before. “I know you’ve done this before and I don’t want to suck.”

“Done it before? Yeah like once… my first time was so awful I wouldn’t really count it, sure I know what to do but…” I pressed one small kiss to his lips between the words, “This means a lot more to me. We don’t have to.” I was trying to comfort him, stroking his cheek between kisses, I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable.

“No!” He jumped quickly at my words, blushing again as he stumbled on his own tongue, desperately trying to claw together a literate response. “I… um… I do want to… of course I want to, I like you so much, and, well I’ve always wanted this, I just, um, I, fuck.”

“Shhhh, you panic far too much B, let’s just take things slow, ok?” I cooed softly, guiding him down to the bed as he nodded gingerly at me, I straddled his hips as he sat on my bed, kissing him slowly, his hands found my waist again, fiddling with the hem of my shirt as our lips met, giggling slightly against his lips, I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra and shorts on his lap.

“Fuck…” He breathed out, biting his lip subconsciously, I slid my hands behind my back, slowly unhooking my bra and sliding it down my arms, his breath caught in his throat as he watched, I climbed off of his lap to take off the rest, I had to admit his response was doing a lot for my ego.

*Brendon’s POV*

I sat on her bed watching in bewilderment as she stripped out of her shorts, completely exposed in front of me, she was everything I imagined, her body was so smooth and sexy, every curve of her form drove me crazy, I could feel myself straining in my jeans.

“Why are you still dressed?” She teased, biting her lip at me, unable to form any type of intelligent response I simply pulled my jeans down my legs, throwing them on the floor next to her bed, leaving me in just my boxers on the bed, she sauntered over to me again, straddling my hips.

“You’ve really only done it once?” I finally croaked out, running my hand through my hair, she nodded as she took my glasses off, kissing me softly again.

“Yeah… and it wasn’t great.” She giggled slightly, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as we kissed, tongue fighting for dominance, I seemed to have won control of the kiss but I was certain it was only because she let me. I tried to be more confident, moving my hands over her skin, touching the skin of her back and waist with my fingertips, she moaned into the kiss, hands playing with my hair. I repeated my earlier actions, pulling out of the kiss and kissing her neck, moving from her lips to her jawline and down to her shoulders, she whimpered and moaned, wriggling on my lap as I did, the pressure made me groan against her skin, I was so turned on I could barely contain myself.

“I want you so bad.” I groaned, surprising myself with how low and husky my voice seemed to be, a confidence kick seemed to rush over me, causing me to bite the skin of her neck a little, she jumped and whined again, wriggling on top of me.

“Brendon…” She gasped breathlessly, wriggling on my lap, we both wordless wriggled on her bed to wrestle my boxers down my legs, I kicked them off, both of us panting, I was still so nervous, despite trying to act confident. She reached over to her nightstand, fumbling around in the draw, she pulled out a condom, passing it to me, I hated to look like an idiot, but I’d never put one on before. “Want me to do it?” She asked sweetly, I nodded, blushing again, I felt her warm hand pump up and down my length a little, I groaned out, already hard, she didn’t need to do this but she did it anyway.

“Fuck Y/N…” I gasped out, my head lulling back a little, she rolled it on effortlessly, straddling my hips again, our lips met as she lined me up with her heat, hips sinking down slowly, it felt so good, warm and tight around me, my eyes rolling back in my head, a loud groan escaping me. “Fuuuuck.” I gasped, she began to move slowly, up and down, the feeling was so intense, she huddled her body close to mine as I held her hips in my hands, our chests pressed tight together.

“Brendon.” She whimpered in pleasure, beginning to build up a little more speed, rocking her hips back and forth on me, biting her lips at me with a broad grin, I smiled back, both of us giggling breathlessly at each other. I slowly followed her movements with my hands, guiding her hips, she rocked a little faster, throwing her head back in pleasure, she moved up, her body upright now as her hips rocked back and forth, my hands following her movements, I felt my fingers grip onto her hips slightly, squeezing gently, guiding her a little faster, it felt so good I couldn’t help but want her to go a little faster, hearing her say my name like that gave me more confidence to take a little more control.

“Y/N… this feels so good.” I groaned out, she bit her lip at me again, throwing her head back, I watched as her long hair flowed down her back, smooth arch of her back looking so sexy as her head lulled back, body tense above me. This was so out of this world to me, all I could do was moan and writhe under her, desperately trying to gain the confidence to make her feel good too.

*Reader’s POV*

I felt Brendon’s hands gripping my hips, pulling me faster over him, my body rocking back and forth on him, he was moaning and writing under me, occasionally moving his hand up to his mouth and biting down, seemingly to keep himself calm. It made me feel good to know I was making his first time good for him, he groaned out as I moved, feeling myself tightening up around him, that familiar knot forming in my stomach, focusing on the same spot.

“Brendon… I’m close.” I whimpered, shifting my hips in a way I knew would hit the right spot to push me over the edge, he merely groaned under me, biting into his hand again, one hand still gripping my hip, eyes closed in pleasure. I kept moving, feeling it tighten right up, my body tense above him, my muscles contracting, he bucked his hips up as he groaned, pushing me over the edge, I whimpered his name repeatedly as I came. My body tense up as I began to weaken, writhing above him.

“My turn.” He growled slightly, gripping my body and flipping me under him, he started moving, trying to get a fast pace going, his hips rocking back and forward in a slightly awkward motion, he looked as if he was focusing so hard on what he was doing, so tense and worried. I moved a hand to his cheek in an attempt to calm him.

“Relax baby… start slow.” I cooed softly, he nodded, moving his hips in a slow motion, more fluid this time, losing that awkward streak to it, he very quickly got the hang of how to move, shifting faster against me as he got used to how he should be moving, his hands resting either side of me to hold his weight off. Before long he was moving so fast, hitting all the right spots, both of us moaning and whimpering on my bed, I gripped onto his shoulder blades, my nails digging in ever so slightly, it felt so good, I was beginning to wonder if this really was his first time.

“Fuck Y/N… I can’t hold out much longer.” He moaned above me, biting his lip, I gripped tighter to his back, his head nuzzled into my neck, placing small kisses and bites all over it, he growled slightly, biting down a little harder, the pain sent a small shudder through me, my body tensing up again, I felt myself tightening around him again, he placed more, slightly harder bites along my neck, driving me crazy, I was getting so close I could hardly stand it.

“Me either Brendon… fuck!” I yelped out, his hands suddenly gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head, I gasped and whimpered in pleasure as his hips slammed against me, both of us moaning as our bodies pressed together.

“Shit I’m gonna cum… fuck Y/N!” He groaned out as I felt him throb inside me, the throbbing sent me spiralling over the edge, my mind crashing down as I tightened around him, gasping for breath as I whimpered in pleasure.

“Brendon!” I yelled out, he thrusted for a while longer, releasing my wrists as he collapsed on top of me, panting softly in my ear.

*Brendon’s POV*

She was panting under me, her hands clinging to my back, I don’t know what came over me but she seemed to like it, I never expected myself to be the biting, pinning down type but if she liked it I’d be whatever she wanted. I leaned up slightly, both of us smiling and giggling breathlessly, she gave me a sweet smile, followed by one, long drawn out kiss, her hands fiddling with my hair. Neither of us said much after that, just cuddling on her bed, only saying sweet compliments of “I’m so glad this happened” or “I can’t believe you like me back”. I really couldn’t believe I had just lost my virginity to the girl I’d been pining over for years, it didn’t feel real, but I was sure glad it was.

*The following Monday*

Y/N came into class, plopping herself down next me on the seat, producing her new music notes that I had helped her with. I smiled as soon as I saw her, wrapping an arm leisurely around her shoulders before our teacher came in, she smiled back, looking up and pressing a small kiss against my lips.

“Thanks for all your help with this, I can’t wait for you to tutor me again.” She said winking playfully at me.

“Me either, but I think there are some things you can help me learn too.” I teased her, she giggled playfully leaning into me, I was right, I really couldn’t wait for our next tutoring session.

I really hope you liked it guys! Much Love <3 <3 <3

i fall asleep with raindrops in my eyes,
but hopeful waves are crashing into me
i hold so much water that the sea
is overflowing in my sink


all of this will spill through my favorite pen,
in midnight blue ink


nightime songs with soft singing
crashing sounds, a yelling to the sky
i’m a gasoline flight with luminary
somehow gravity pulled me down
i was storms in silent fairy-like breezes
walking windstill in furious teases


gasoline inside of my tornado
3am bullets in my head,
the inevitable ocean dread

—  t.j. // hurricanes of words on blank pages
“Goodbye Theo.” A Theo Raeken Imagine.

Hi, can you do a imagine based on the song Scars, by James Bay with Theo Raeken or Isaac Lahey? Thank you so much, and sorry about my English, I’m Brazilian!


You’re setting off, It’s time to go, the engine’s running my mind is lost, we always knew this day was coming. 

Theo couldn’t hold back the tears as the sight of you carrying your heavy bags outside was the only image in front of him. Your last fight had been the last drop, you had stormed off into your shared bedroom and packed everything necessary. He could hear the engine of the car burning outside underneath the heavy rain. It was all so cliche that he couldn’t help but feel even more miserable about the situation. He knew that there was nothing he could do, but tell you how he felt one last time. Walking outside, he grapped you by the wrist and spun you around. Your immediate complaints was like a knife to the heart for Theo, but he was determinant to tell you what was on his bleeding heart.   

We grow apart, I watch you on the red horizon Your lion’s heart Will protect you under stormy skies And I will always be listening for your laughter and your tears. 

Your eyes quickly find his, and you could see it in his eyes that he knew that there was nothing he could say that would make you stay. But he sure did try. 

“Do you- do you remember when I used to make you laugh? When every joke I told was better than the last? Do you remember how we felt when we were naked together? How much love that filled the room? What happened to that? What happened to perfect? What happened to us? I have so many things to say, but when I look at you, I don’t know where to begin. I know that there’s nothing that I can say that will make you stay, but I need you to know that I love you, that I loved you till the end. And that I want you to go and be happy. I won’t stop you from getting what you deserve. I’m sorry for not being able to give you what you really deserved. Do me one last favor? Drive safely, it’s not a good idea to drive with tears in your eyes when the roads are slippery… I’m sorry. Oh, and just so you know, I’ll always be listening for your laughter, no matter where I go.” Theo took a few steps back, letting you breath and blink away the tears he had once again caused to float in your eyes, and with your last words, you broke him. 

“Goodbye Theo.” 

The signs as lyrics from "Yellow Flicker Beat" by Lorde
  • I'm a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm: Libra, Virgo, Gemini
  • My blood is a flood of rubies, a precious stone: Aries, Scorpio, Capricorn
  • I never watch the stars there's so much down here: Aquarius, Leo, Sagittarius
  • I dream all year but they're not the same kinds: Pisces, Cancer, Taurus

anonymous asked:

I was wondering what your opinion on storm calling is/if you have any tips. I recently developed a knack for it, but when I tried to summon rain and thunder...I ended up with hail and a tornado warning 😕

Hey there! 
I like calling storms (i try not to do it too much but if I  know the weather is going to be nasty before hand then i’ll see if i can get it to come my way more <3 Rain just makes me feel so much calmer *^* )

As for Tips for storm calling i always whistle the Song of Storms from Zelda OoT: http://stormwaterwitch.tumblr.com/post/155741674443/storms-rain-song

why gendry has to come back

1. the way he left in the show was so random and unexplained like?? is he dead? is he alive? is he still rowing???
2. he’s pretty much the last baratheon and the bastard son of the king…he’s gotta be important right??
3. i miss him
4. arya stark
5. the book gendrya chemistry
6. the show gendrya hints
7. doesn’t he have a claim to the iron throne?? like he could be legitimised? or storm’s end aT LEAST
8. literally every lost plot character (beric dondarrion, thoros of myr, rickon, osha, the blackfish, the hound, benjen stark) returned in season six…except gendry
9. joe dempsie
10. he’s been missing for thREE SEASONS
11. the baratheons and the starks were always meant to join houses
12. grrm and d&d made him out to be such a big deal, that can’t have all been for nothing
13. acorn hall tho
14. please

Someone Who Cares

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst so much angst I’m so sorry, low self-esteem reader, terrible date, fluffy Dean

Song: Someone Who Cares by Three Days Grace as requested by @i-am-the-sempiternal (Btw I love that URL)

Word Count: 1394

A/N: I’m going to go ahead and apologise for writing so much angst for a song request but I felt it fit - I actually really like the song…

Send me a song and a pairing and I’ll write something!

You slammed the heavy iron door to the bunker behind you and stormed down the stairs, desperate to get out of this dress and the stupid heels you decided to wear. The anger coursed through you as you charged towards your bedroom, straight past Dean, not noticing the concern on his face.

“Not now, Dean,” you bit, not wanting to talk to him about the ‘date’ you’d just come back from. You slammed your bedroom door and threw your shoes off, collapsing on your bed as you stared at the ceiling. In the darkness of your room, your breathing calmed and your anger quickly turned to sadness as tears welled up in your perfectly lined eyes.

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