Draco’s like snow, it’s cold and cruel to begin with, but it’s somehow beautiful, and you miss it when it’s not there. And if you hold it in your hands close enough and long enough, it changes. It melts
“Draco’s like… snow,“ said Hermione quietly, her gaze absent and distracted. ”It’s cold and cruel to begin with, but it’s somehow beautiful, and you miss it when it’s not there. And if you hold it in your hands close enough and long enough, it changes. It melts.” [x]
Happy Birthday to my fav!!!! Danai is a QUEEN hands down and there arent enough words to express how much I love this lady❤ Intelligent, beautiful, driven, bold, sexy, PHENOMENAL!!! Danai baby you are simply amazing.
The waiting. Kneeling. Knowing I was about to make my Master feel very relaxed and help him unwind after a hard week of work. I loved being all dolled up and serving him in this beautiful way.
Clipping his nails. Trimming his beard. Shaving and massaging his glorious cock and balls was dessert.
Seeing the little look he got once he was truly relaxed and at ease was heavenly.
Getting to feel his soft balls in my hands while his cock was down my throat after we were done was pure satisfaction.
Knowing I’d get that satisfaction if I served him wonderfully enough made me want to do the very best I could every time. Bringing him joy and pleasure was my ultimate goal and on grooming nights I felt like I got to do it best.
It’s alright to go out into the world live your life without me.
You exist… and that is enough for me.
I don’t need to see you or touch you or hold you.
I don’t need to feel your kiss, or see your eyes light up when you smile, or hear your laughter in my ears. For I have had all those things once… and that is enough. To know that you exist is enough.
Your happiness is mine and if that means that I never spend another moment in your presence and the thought of me never crosses your mind then I guess this is what you call ‘acceptance’.
This is that moment when I open my hands to the sky and give you to the world. You cannot own a person… and love is a gift given freely with no guarantee of return. That is its most beautiful aspect… its purity; that it exists individually, irrespective of reciprocation.
For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we… but as long as I exist and so do you – know that I will always love you.
you asked and i gave.
that’s just the way it was.
that’s just the way it always will be.
you want something?
i do everything in my power to bring it to you,
like a dog playing fetch,
i bring it to you until it flies over the fence.
it was always about you, never about me;
the only thing i wanted was to please you
but you could never be pleased
so i never got what i wanted
and you never wanted me.
and now you still want to fuck me
but you don’t dare call me beautiful but i don’t even care if you say it
because giving you what you want is enough and i think i feel most beautiful with your hands in my hair and i think i feel most powerful with my skin on your skin and i’m starting to think this is nothing but a power trip and you’re only using me to feel better
about your sad pathetic life and i’m only using you because
at one time, you were the best thing in mine
and maybe i’m just jealous jealous she made you happier than i ever could jealous of how her hair fell perfectly on her face jealous she was prettier than me,
smarter than me, better than me and god, i hated her in a way that’s so unlike me, a fire that blossomed in my chest when she looked at me. i couldn’t breathe with all the pressure i put on myself like maybe if i was better, you’d like me and maybe if we keep touching, i will win finally.
I postured my heart to envelope kisses I couldn’t seal in the back pocket of happiness to write a line of dreams we let dry in the rain. Sometimes I have dreams of kissing the doorways you’ve walked through. Sometimes I keep the sand from your touch to have something fall through my hands at goodnight. Sometimes there isn’t enough left of the bridge to rebuild from, but the stars keep shining because you’re made of wishes I haven’t met yet, and the only thing brighter than the night is your smile. We’ve hid in the clouds for so long, the seasons can’t find the vein we last missed. Every day is a song that pleads with strength I don’t have to hurt. But, I don’t need poetry to tell you your heart is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever held.
So, if a fan in the umfb-verse started a silly rating poll about the hotness levels of various figure skaters, and Yuuri *didn't* win it, how many figure skaters would disagree?
Yuuri wouldn’t actually win, Viktor would and while there would be some hot debate most people would be like, ‘ok fair enough we can see where you’re coming from’. Viktor on the other hand would be mortally offended, like ‘how dare you say anyone on this earth is more beautiful than my gorgeous boyfriend???’ ‘Viktor, you’re the one they are saying it about.’ ‘I don’t care they’re still wrong’ *Yuuri sighs in the distance*
Farkle: I’m telling you, she is more of a treasure than you could possibly know. She is not just some wholesome, small town girl, some like, good for you breath of fresh air. Lucas, she is a wonderful person with a huge heart. And the kind of beauty that a guy only sees once, you know? Once! So Lucas, if there is even a chance that you could break her heart, please, just for her sake, walk away man.
Lucas: I could never break Riley’s heart, ok?
Farkle: Good. Because if you do I swear to God I will tear you to pieces with my bare hands. Or vicious rhetoric.
Scottish mermaids live in the highland’s lochs. Their tail is dark green and their hair usually red. They are the guardians of ancient weapons of fallen warriors and keep them in the depths of the lakes’ waters, waiting for a worthy suitor for the old abandonned weapons. If a person worthy enough walk by the lake’s shore, they hand them the blade they were destined to, only keeping their arms out of the water. Scottish mermaids are gracious and utterly beautiful. If one walk by one of them while she washes her hair, he will succumb to her and drown trying to reach her. Like the kelpies, those mermaids eat human flesh and a single human can feed one mermaid for at least a month.
I have a severely depressed friend. Her mom is dying of cancer. Her dad left when her mom got diagnosed. Her aunt tries to pay bills but often they don’t get payed. My friend, she doesn’t have much. She does alright in school, and she spends most nights at my house. The only time I ever see her smile is when she is reading. She doesn’t even realize she is doing it, but sometimes I see her laying on her stomach, hands under her chin, re-reading one of my books. And she is smiling. And it is the most beautiful thing ever, because the rest of the time she doesn’t see a world that is bright enough to smile about, but delved into a world with magic, or with heroes, a world made of just ink, paper, and imagination. There she is happy.
Summary: You get sick of Sergeant Donovan having a go at Sherlock, and Sherlock has to hold you back from getting yourself arrested
A/N: This is basically the reader turning into pre-serum Steve Rogers tbh
(Not my gif)
“Beauty and the freak are here, I’m sending them up,” Sergeant Donovan said into the walkie-talkie clutched in her hand as Sherlock lifted the police tape and ducked beneath it, holding it up for you with a tiny smile on his face. You returned it, trying to hide your annoyance at Donovan. “When exactly was the body discovered?” Sherlock asked, barely looking at Lestrade as he naturally gravitated towards the body spread-eagled in the middle of the floor, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. “Eleven last night,” replied the D.I after consulting his notepad. “Found by a group of kids who’d broken in.” You scanned the room briefly, your eyes landing on a book lying open a few feet away from the body. “Was that there when the body was found?” you asked, picking up the book carefully and opening it to the page that had been marked. The pages were stained with dried blood, the scarlet marks giving off a disgusting smell. “Yes. Seems the guy wanted to read himself to sleep.” “No he didn’t,” said Sherlock, standing up from where he’d been crouching by the corpse. “The book is stained with blood, too much blood to have come from a tiny stab wound like this.” “So the killer left a clue,” you concluded. “This definitely sounds like one of your cases.” Sherlock hummed slightly. “It was. I went to the courtesy of writing down the woman you need to arrest, her address, and a few extra facts for you to read on the way, Lestrade. Have fun.” You shook your head, smiling slightly. You loved seeing Sherlock in his element like this, the way his eyes lit up with interest at the prospect of a mystery for him to unravel. “Oh…well, um, thanks,” said Lestrade, seemingly trying to hide how impressed he was. Sherlock didn’t reply, holding his hand out for you to take. You took it quickly, following him back down the stairs of the empty house. “Well that didn’t take long,” you commented, stopping to do up your coat before stepping back out into the cold air. “Even for you, that was good.” “It was boring,” Sherlock replied. He noticed you shiver slightly, and quickly untied his blue scarf to wrap carefully around your exposed neck. He cut you off before you could protest. “I don’t want you getting sick, I need intelligent company and Jonathan simply won’t do.” You chuckled quietly, not even bothering to correct him about Lestrade’s name. “Thank you, Sherlock.” “You heading off, freak? Gotten your kicks for today?” called Donovan from by the police tape. Sherlock wrapped an arm around your stomach, stopping you charging over angrily. “Don’t, (Y/N). She will only get worse,” he pointed out, struggling to hold you back. You fought against him determinedly. “Doesn’t mean I can’t go and punch her lights out.” “Yes it does. As amusing as that would be, I would prefer to have my girlfriend on the same side of a prison cell as me.” “If you help me get her, we’ll both be on the same side,” you argued, pushing against his arm. He chuckled. “You know what I meant.” As you kept fighting to go over, Sherlock sighed and scooped you up, slinging you over his shoulder. You let out a wheeze as you face-planted his back, propping yourself up hastily on your elbows. “I hate you,” you grumbled half-heartedly as he carried you over to the police tape. “Of course you do,” he replied, amused. As you passed Donovan, you stuck your middle finger up behind Sherlock’s back. She rolled her eyes, turning away while muttering about freaks. “One of these days you’re gonna have to let me get her,” you told Sherlock as he set you down on the pavement. He chuckled, shaking his head and making his dark curls shake slightly. “Donovan isn’t the only one who calls me you that, you know.” “Well give me the list, I’ll track them down.” “If you set about going after all my enemies, I fear I wouldn’t see you for years. And that would be horrible,” he told you, wrapping his arms gently around your waist. You smiled softly, stretching up on tiptoe to peck his lips quickly. “Fine. But if she calls you that one more time, you have to-,” “-book anger management sessions for you?” Sherlock suggested, grinning. You rolled your eyes, punching his arm lightly. “Oh shut up.” He took your hand in his gloved one, giving it a small squeeze. “I am glad I have you, (Y/N),” he said quietly. “Knowing that you would defend me if I asked, it makes me happy.” You smiled softly. “I’ll always defend you, Sherlock.” You let go of his hand and wrapped your arm around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder. He tilted his head to the side to rest his cheek atop your head, and you smiled slightly, edging closer to him so that you could share in the warmth radiating from him. “To be fair, Donovan did call you beautiful,” Sherlock pointed out. “She was right on that one.” You shrugged. “I’m still gonna punch her.”
Word Count: 1,056 PhilxReader (with Dan and Louise)
“Hey guys, it’s
(y/n)! And today I’m here wiiiiiith…”
jumped into frame, just about knocking the camera over.
“And what are we
doing today, Louise?”
“Today we going
to make you beautiful! Well you already are, you know what I mean.”
“Yes I do,” I
replied with a smile and a nod of my head.
“You at home may
be wondering why we’re in Phil’s room,” she gestured around the
room with her hand, “Would you be kind enough to explain it to them
“Well as many of
you know, Phil and I have been going steady for a few years now and
he finally asked me to move in with him and Dan! ROOM MATE
“(Y/n), you do
realize with Dan living in the next room…so when you two…”
jiffy-stiffy,” I finished for her.
“Yes that, you
know, you’ll have to keep your headboard slamming to a minimum.”
I shook my head and
laughed, “Well Louise, 1. Philip is much too innocent for
that,” I threw a wink to the camera, “and 2. With Lion in the
corner it would be like doing it with a baby in the room, so you
don’t have to worry for Dan.” We both let out a few giggles, “Back
to the point!”
“Yes! Well (y/n),
I’ve noticed you never really wear makeup, so today we’re gonna do
“What do you have
planned for my face?”
“Cat eye. Red
Lipstick. Smokey eyes. The whole shebang.”
She took a little white bottle out of the pink bag that was sitting
next to her. She squeezed a bit out and started rubbing it into my
making me moist,” I said with a smirk.
She let out a harsh
laugh, “Good! That’s what this is for.”
going great, she went on to do my foundation and eyeshadow, but when
it got to the eyeliner things took a turn for the worse.
“LOUISE YOU ARE
GOING TO BLIND ME. I THOUGHT YOU WERE AN EXPERT.” I shouted through
her laughs as she nearly stabbed my eye…again.
(y/n). I am an expert, you’re just being fussy.”
“FUSSY ABOUT NOT
BECOMING BLIND?” I laughed as I readjusted my seat on the bed.
done. You lived! You still have your sight!”
“Thank you Kanye,
you have given us a miracle.”
Louise applied the
mascara and with a triumphant smile she shouted, “My masterpiece is
“When do I
get to see your masterpiece?”
Phil. Has he ever even seen
you in makeup?”
I don’t think he has. The only time I wear it is for interviews and
that’s when they
force it on me so my face doesn’t look so shiny.”
smiled and hopped off the bed to the door and shouted, “PHIL SHE’S
READY!” and she jumped back onto the bed. “Okay, face that way so
when he comes in he won’t see you.”
complied and turned my body the opposite direction so the profile of
my face was facing the camera. I heard the door creak open and Phil
shuffle into the room. “Okay, sit with your back against (y/n)’s.
When I count down I want you to turn to each other.” She moved
behind the camera to make
sure we were both in frame.
I miss the action?” I heard Dan say from the doorway.
you pervert. I thought hearing it through the wall was enough for
you, now you need to see the
action?” I laughed. Without turning my back I knew Phil was a
bright shade of crimson.
I have no idea what you’re talking about and remember that there
could be children watching this.” Phil not-so-secretly whispered.
clapped her hands “Okay, are you guys ready? Threee…”
could feel Phil’s breathing against my back stop for a moment, than
pick right back up. I found his hand with mine and laced my fingers
with his, he gave me a reassuring squeeze.
Dan continued on from Louise as he moved from the doorway to next to
you like to do the honors Phil?” Louise asked.
took a breath in, “One.” He said in a short breath.
both turned towards each other, but
I laughed when I saw Phil had his eyes clamped shut. I shook my head
and giggled when he slowly opened one eye, than the other. His face
changed from teasing to a look of pure
awe. He sat there motionless for a moment, then he gently cupped my
face in both of his hands and crashed his lips on mine. I leaned in
and deepened the kiss, twisting my hands in his hair.
cleared his throat and Phil immediately pulled away. “Remember,
there’s children watching,” he laughed beside Louise who had
averted her eyes.
(y/n), I smudged your lipstick.” Phil said.
hunched over laughing when I saw smudges of red all over his mouth
and on his teeth. I took my finger and wiped some of it off, “You’ve
got a little something on your lips here.” I lifted my finger so he
could see the red on it, he of course turned as red as my fingertip.
handed me a mirror so I could see her (now smudged) masterpiece. I
gasped when I made eye contact with the person in the mirror I was in
denial was me. “Oh my god,” I muttered in a barely audible
whisper. Phil snaked his arm around my waist and leaned his cheek
against mine so I could see him in the mirror next to me. Even with
the blood red lipstick smudged like a clown’s over my face, I was
hot. I turned and gave
Phil a quick peck on the cheek, “Would you like to end this video
with me?” I went on giving a quick thanks to Louise and asking the
viewers to like and subscribe. I looked over at Phil and he was
staring at me, we locked eyes and we just sat there, still and
the look of two people madly in love.” Dan muttered to Louise, and
we both turned to look at him.