bath escape

anonymous asked:

poetry book recs, kind sir?

ooooooh YES!! 

ok so I’m going to leave out stuff that’s Too Obvious, which means a lot of this is niche (to me) or contemporary, and… I recently had a canary on twitter about how much ~*~modern~*~ poetry GETS MY GOAT. I’m reading a lot of New poets/collections this year purely because I… didn’t really read that much contemporary stuff before, and I thought I should branch out. (so far I’m dubious.) so, yes – obviously Plath, Blake, Hughes, Sappho, Eliot, Keats, Shelley, etc. etc. ad nauseum, The Greats, yadda yadda, here’s some others.

so far this year I’ve read (and ENJOYED - I’m not reccing the ones I wasn’t into/thought were pants, soz): 

  • Letters From Medea by Salma Deera
  • Grief Is the Thing with Feathers by Max Porter
  • Hold Your Own by Kate Tempest (I actually LOVED this) 
  • Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine von Radics
  • War of the Foxes by Richard Siken (of YOU’RE SITTING IN A CAR WITH A BEAUTIFUL BOY, AND HE WON’T TELL YOU THAT HE LOVES YOU, BUT HE LOVES YOU fame) 

I’ve also read and loved:

  • Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire
  • The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy by Tim Burton
  • The Curse of the Vampire’s Socks and Other Doggerel by Terry Jones
  • Love Poems by Carol Ann Duffy
  • Let Us Compare Mythologies by Leonard Cohen

my personal 10/10 all-time go-tos are:

  • Crush by Richard Siken (despite appearing on every single tumblr graphic between 2011 and 2013, it still gets me in the heart guts)
  • The World’s Wife by Carol Ann Duffy (which I have loved wholeheartedly since I was 17 years old)
  • pretty much any collection of Great War poetry: Up the Line to Death, Men Who March Away, Lads: Love Poetry of the Trenches (the Great War poets are my favourite. like, of all poetry, ever)

my favourite individual poems, as we’re on the subj, are: 

finally, a heads up: youtube literally anything by Brave New Voices, sit back, prepare to be Shook. ‘Transcript of Civil Rights’ by Shanita Jackson and Dakota Oder still DESTROYS ME five years later.

THERE YA GO. not much, but not nothing! enjoy!! maybe?!?

First Time? Maybe Not - Carlos x Reader

Originally posted by perryskeet


Requested: Carlos de vil imagine where she’s studying in his dorm with his tourney jersey on and it turns into a make out session?

A/N thanks @septiphanchan the request. I haven’t wrote a Carlos on before so I’m pretty nervous but excited. I Hope you enjoy (:

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Bedtime Mayhem

Request 4!

Tags: domestic fluff,  kids being little shits

(Also posted on AO3)


Draco heard the squeal of delight and bare feet running full tilt down the stairs. He stopped around the corner, his arms shooting out and scooping up a soggy toddler, her hair still bubbly with soap.

“Papa!!” Lilly yelled with a mixture of delight and the wiggly determination of one whose escape had been thwarted.

Harry was at the head of the stairs as Draco started up them, his exasperated husband nearly as wet and soapy as their daughter who was actually meant to be having a bath, “You caught her!”

“Yes,” Draco said, raising an eyebrow, “forgot to spell the door locked again?”

Harry ran a hand through his hair, “No, I did,” he sighed and gestured down the hall where the bathroom door was leaning against the opposite wall, apparently blown off the hinges.

Draco’s brows rose.

“Her wild magic is, something,” Harry sighed.

“Indeed,” Draco said faintly, “She’s going to be a powerful witch.”

Harry nodded as they made their way back to the bathroom. Harry fixed the door and Draco did his best to negotiate with their soapy daughter who had decided about two months ago she hated baths, or just loved escaping them and pelting through the house naked. They put her back in the bath together and Harry gratefully stood back, letting Draco rinse the soap from Lilly’s hair and carefully work in a bit of conditioner.

“Where are the boys?” Harry asked.

Draco had to pause before answering as Lilly smacked the water and splashed it all over him, “James is reading to Albus and Scorpius in the living room. They were behaving themselves last time I checked.” Draco rinsed Lilly’s wild curling red hair one last time and lifted her out of the tub, wrapping her in a fluffy towel.

“Well, that won’t last,” Harry chuckled, he grabbed the edge of Lilly’s towel and carefully wiped the water from Draco’s face, “I’ll go check on them. You can get her dressed for bed?”

“Of course I can,” Draco said absently, taking his wand out to cast a gentle warming and drying charm over their little troublemaker. He turned and called after Harry, “Don’t think I didn’t notice you foisting her off on me. It was your turn, Potter!”

He heard Harry laugh and shook his head. Draco didn’t mind, not really, and Lilly actually listened to him, well listened to him more.

Draco wrapped the towel around Lilly and picked her up, carrying her to the room she currently shared with Albus and Scorpius. The room was too small for three but Lilly got too scared to sleep alone and Albus and Scorpius were inseparable. Jame was intensely independent and would have been furious if they had even tried to move Lilly in with him.

As soon as Draco sat Lilly down in her room she ran to her dresser and pulled out her welsh green dragon onesie. Draco helped her put it on, doing up the buttons while she growled and made fire noises, bouncing impatiently on the balls of her feet. As soon as the last button was done Lilly took off, running out of the room and down the stairs with a dragon roar.

Draco followed behind her to the living room where all the furniture, from the chairs and couch, to the tables and even the vases and knickknacks, were all tipped over, “What in the name of Merlin happened?”

James, Albus, and Scorpius were lined up and looking guilty.

Harry stood in front of them, his arms crossed over his chest, “I have no idea-”

“But-!”

“Dad-!”

“We just-!”

Harry cut them off with a look, “I don’t care how it happened or who did it or whose idea it was but you’re going to fix it, now, by hand.”

James glowered beneath his black hair. Albus and Scorpius both went over to the nearest chair, carefully tipping it back over.

“James,” Harry said in a warning tone.

James huffed and went over to help his brothers.

Lilly ran full tilt around the edge of the room making whooshing noises and threw herself into the chair as soon as the boys had it right side up.

Draco walked over to Harry who leaned against him tiredly, “I thought we weren’t going to let Lilly wear that to bed anymore. She gets too wound up.”

Draco slipped a hand around his waist, “Is that right? I may have forgotten on account of it not being my turn to get her ready for bed.”

Harry snorted a tired laugh, “You’re impossible, Malfoy.”

“Thank you,” Draco smiled smugly and leaned over, kissing the top of Harry’s messy mop of hair. “We should probably flip the couch ourselves. Just to be safe.”

“You’re right.” Harry sighed pulling out his wand, he paused before levitating it and stole a quick kiss.

Draco looked around the living room, his kids arguing over how to flip the coffee table back over, while their youngest jumped from the chair to the floor with a roar, Harry turning over the couch and putting it down with a loud clatter, and smiled.

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EAST ASIAN MYTHOLOGY MEME:

[2/8] JAPANESE GODS AND GODDESSES | TSUKUYOMI

Tsukuyomi or Tsukiyomi [月読], also known as Tsukiyomi-no-mikoto, is the moon god in Shinto and Japanese mythology. Unlike the myths of ancient Greece or Rome, the Japanese moon deity is male.

Tsukuyomi was the second of the “three noble children” born when Izanagi-no-Mikoto, the god who created the first land of Onogoro-shima, was cleansing himself of his sins while bathing after escaping the underworld and the clutches of his enraged dead wife, Izanami-no-Mikoto. Tsukuyomi was born when he washed out of Izanagi’s right eye. After climbing a celestial ladder, Tsukuyomi lived in the heavens, also known as Takamagahara, with his sister Amaterasu Ōmikami, the sun goddess.

Tsukuyomi angered Amaterasu when he killed Uke Mochi, the goddess of food. Amaterasu had sent Tsukuyomi to represent her at a feast presented by Uke Mochi. She’d made the food by turning to the ocean and spitting out a fish, then faced the forest and poured game from her mouth, and finally turned to a rice paddy and coughed up a bowl of rice. Tsukuyomi was utterly disgusted by the fact that, although the repast looked exquisite, the meal was made in a disgusting manner, and so he killed her. Soon, Amaterasu learned what had transpired; in her fury, she refused to ever look at Tsukuyomi again, forever moving to another part of the sky. This is the reason that day and night are never together.

arya and bran would be the greatest aunt and uncle ever. arya would teach the little girls and boys how to fight. bran would teach them about the old gods and tales he probably shouldn’t tell kids but does anyways. they would spoil them, constantly seeking them out and kidnapping them from their parents just to spend time with them. 

winterfell would be filled with the sounds of children’s laughter as they raced down corridors, trying to escape bath time as jon and sansa would search for them. auntie arya and uncle bran would hide them if they could. 

finally, when they’re sure they’re hidden away, auntie arya would tell them all about the stupid embarrassing things their parents used to do, while bran regaled them with tales of jon’s heroism and sansa’s intelligence, and how together they saved winterfell and became king and queen of the north. 

and at the end of every day, jon and sansa would find them curled up around each other like little wolf pups in their aunt or uncle’s chambers. and every night, jon would carry them back to their own rooms, kissing their little curly-haired heads with so much love in his heart he’s ready to burst. and sansa would look on fondly as she carries the youngest. 

The Bathtub Blues

Warm, soapy water rippled beneath bubbly peaks and valleys, and music rang through the bathroom drowning out the world. All that existed was this much needed bath. Soothing fragrant soaps and the booming bass of a good playlist. It was only the comfort of these small waves that jostled with every small movement, and it was only thoughts running in tune with the faucet. And all that existed was Keith and his broken heart.

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Crooked Chapter 1

G-Dragon/Reader

Summary:Big Bang Mafia AU-

Chapter 1     Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6 Chapter 7  Chapter 8

When the members of Kwon Ji Young’s men take up a deal with the Italian mob, they think kidnapping one young woman will be a piece of cake. But all isn’t as it seems, and soon Ji Young is realizing that maybe he’s bitten off more than he can chew…..

Disclaimer : Rated M for violence, and eventual smut.



Ji young was surrounded by thoughts. The hot water he lay in felt suffocating, along with the noise of his thoughts. Gun shots, screaming, a collision… his head descended below the bath water to escape. His lungs became tight, the voices in his head fading with a ringing in his ears until he couldn’t hold his breath any longer, his head bursting to the surface. The ringing hadn’t just been in his head, it was a presence, his phone lighting up with her name flashing on its screen. Tilting his head back,the cool porcelain searing the back of his neck he stared up at nothing. ‘Just for a little longer,’ he thinks, the ringing finally fading out into a crisp silence, ‘Just a bit longer before it all falls apart.  

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anonymous asked:

All of them trying to give older herc a bathe ending with one of them in the tub

“Oh my god would you just hold him down?” You ask Oak through gritted teeth.

“What do you think I’m doing?” He growls as he holds a tight grip on Herc who is trying to escape the bath.

As Daveed and Oak attempt to hold him still you do your best to scrub his fur clean, as he squirms in the boys grip.

“Fuck it” Oak grumbles, climbing into the full bathtub so he can get a better grip on him.

“You realise you’re wearing your new sneakers right?” Daveed asks as the two of them finally manage to get Herc to sit still.

“Oh I’m aware”

Mud

Little Fili’s birthday party - prompt by @filisleftmustachebraid and inspired by

Art by the fabulously talented @lorna-ka


The two dwarflings were running through the mud with wild abandon, splashing murky water and dirt everywhere murky water could reach, which was usually places that rather surprised the adults who eventually had to clean the little terrors and their clothes. Thorin, at least, seemed to be constantly amazed by how much dirt a dwarfling could accumulate in hard to reach places, Dís thought, smirking at her older brother, who had made the perhaps-unwise bet that he could easily take care of everything practical in relation to Fíli’s 11th birthday.

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anonymous asked:

(This is the tddoggos anon) Once Todoroki and Midoriya get together (and eventually move in together), their morning routine wifh the doggos would just be really cute? Like occasionally they'll wake up early to give the doggos a bath and Shizuku ends up escaping the bath and wandering around with fur in his eyes, so he's kind of bumping into things. Todo puppy is just, trying to help lead him back to the bath. Todoroki decides they probably need to trim Shizuku's fur.

todoroki has his own personal fur trimming kit.

gosh what shouto todo-puppy’s breed be? i’m thinking a mixed biG doggo.