beam of sunlight

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Greenpeace protesters unfurl ‘resist’ banner near the White House

Greenpeace USA activists scaled a construction crane to unfurl a giant banner reading “Resist” several blocks from the White House Wednesday morning.

Branding acts of protest and dissent as part of a larger “resistance” has become increasingly common in the months since Donald Trump was elected president. The banner is yellow with red rays of stylized sunlight beaming out from the dark horizon.

The 70-by-35-foot banner, 300 feet in the air, appears to dangle above the White House when viewed from the Ellipse of the South Lawn.

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if you’re ready, ch 1 (a klance fic)

words: 2.2k
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“Why was I wearing a wedding veil?” Lance asks, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“Oh wait..wait, shit! Shit! Did I marry a hot babe last night? Talk about a wild birthday!” Lance crows, waving his arms with glee.

“No,” says Keith. “You married me.”

In which the paladins visit Las Vegas for Lance’s 21st birthday, Keith and Lance get married, Allura goes missing, Pidge gets arrested, and Shiro goes to the spa.

a/n: I have no explanation for this other than the fact that I was listening to Marry You by Bruno Mars on the radio and this idea struck me like a bolt of lightning. And it’s going to be a wild ride, friends. Enjoy!

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taehyung reminds me of warm sunlight beams on fluffy carpet, of delicate flower petals pressed in old books; he makes me feel like i am falling asleep with gentle rain falling outside my window. he is the smell of coffee shops and bookstores and the feeling of a puppy being snuggled in your lap. he makes me smile, he makes every atom of my body come alive and makes every dull thought go away; taehyung is my life, the reason i breathe, and my every hope and dream encapsulated in a living human body

Scott McCall Imagine - Sleeping

A/n: Yay! I’m finally posting again! I love Scott a lot and haven’t written for him much (also my best friend asked for it) - Cat x

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When the beam of sunlight streaming through the gap between Scott’s curtains woke you up, you couldn’t have been mad if you’d tried. Your back was warm where it was pressed against Scott’s chest. You could feel where Scoot had nestled his head into your neck, and subsequently his breath fanning lightly over it. He had slid his arm around you during the night and there was nothing that could make you feel safer.

After half an hour of lying in Scott’s arms playing around on your phone and just basking in the comfort of your position, you had to use the bathroom and you couldn’t ignore the noises your stomach was making. Gently you moved from underneath Scott’s arm and sat up to look at your boyfriend’s sleeping face before getting up. When he was asleep, he seemed so much more relaxed and even if he wasn’t smiling his goofy smile he looked so content.

The loss of a literal human radiator holding you meant that the chilled air caused goose bumps to rise up on your arms. You rubbed your hands over them while you looked around Scott’s room for something to cover you up. The jumper he had been wearing yesterday had been slung over the back of his desk chair so you slipped it over your head, taking in his scent that always seemed to make you instantly calmer and happier. The height difference between the two of you meant that the hem reached right in the middle between your hips and your knees and your hands were completely engulfed in the soft material. Before leaving Scott’s room you turned to look at him sleeping on his bed again and smiled to yourself. You pulled the door with your jumper covered hand before heading downstairs.

Scott finally made an appearance about half an hour later, where he found you and his mother having coffee before Melissa had to go to work.

“Mornin’,” Scott’s voice was still rough and he rubbed his eyes as he walked into the kitchen.

“Morning sunshine,” you replied as he shuffled over, wrapped his arm around you and pulled you towards him to press his lips to your forehead.

“I hope you two have a lovely day,” Melissa declared as she set her mug down and replaced them with her keys, “With any luck, I’ll be home around five.”

You both waved her off, and Scott made himself a coffee before he turned round and looked at you with a quizzical look on his face. You tilted your head to the side in response.

“Is that my jumper?” He asked, trying to keep as serious of an expression as he could muster.

Your face feigned innocence as you looked down at the jumper reaching half way to your knees before replying.


“Liar!” Both of you broke into fits of laughter as he stepped forward to wrap you into one of his bear hugs before you continued with your day.

Goodbye’s In The Morning // Chris Evans x Reader

words: 2000+

characters: Chris and You

warnings: fluff

summary: Goodbyes are sometimes just too bittersweet. (shitty summary ik, I’m sorry, I’m tryin’ to be ‘elusive’)

Chris looked at the hotel room and saw you; the most beautiful thing he’d ever be able to see on this earth.

You were beaming in the rays of sunlight that were rare for this January morning in Boston. Nevertheless, he thanked the gods for those beams of sunlight as they glistened across your morning dew, your puffy lips from a long, well-deserved sleep with your man finally wrapped in your arms once more.

With a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth and covered only by boxer which left him chilly; he felt an overwhelming sense of joy pour into his heart as he watched you, in all your morning glory.

The thing was that; you were nothing special, in your eyes and many- possibly millions of others. You were not an actress or a singer. You didn’t excel tremendously in school or have the body that plastered the magazines and internet, deeming them as the ‘sexy bod’s you can get in a week’ or the ‘body that she never thought she could get’. 

Well, guess what? You had rolls of fat on your stomach and you always had a hankering for chocolate. You were far from any magazine’s standard of a ‘goddess’. That didn’t mean Chris deemed you less of a goddess, far from it. 

You were his goddess. He cherished the ground you walked on, he loved the way you mismatched your bra’s and panties because you believed ‘matching bras and panties is for pornstars and people who try too hard.’

He was in love with your integrity, humor, passions, dreams, and so much more he’d lose his mind if he listed them all now.

He was just a sick puppy-man in love, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you love something, Chris always used to belief you could love only to a certain degree.

There’s only so much a person can give to another, right? Love was one of the most intimate things a human has, and giving that away was like taking your soul and handing it out as a flyer. Chris never wanted his heart handed out over the streets of Boston or any city he visited. He wanted it safe in his own hands, or at least in the hands of someone who he’d know would never do wrong by him. So many times, he gave his heart away. Only to find it in crumpled up forms at his doorstep a year, at most, later.

That was until he met you. Every moment Chris spent with you, he saw more and more of what true love is. It was so imperfect and upsetting, Chris loved every moment he had it, though.

You weren’t perfect, you were stubborn, moody when tired, lazy, and yet all of that could be washed away in a second. As soon as he saw you smile.

True love…

That’s holding someone’s hair back as they continued to vomit into the toilet after bad seafood.

Cleaning up the dishes while they watched a program you hated to hear blasting on the television.

Listening to you along to songs while being out of tune, and never changing the station even if it was Taylor Swift, again.

It was making sure that the car was warmed before someone got in.

That the had been coffee brewed before you’d wake up your significant other.

Watching them show their faults and quirks and never blinking an eye to any of them.

Love was unconditional and that was the best part… you didn’t have to try hard when it came to true love because it was True. Fucking. Love.

The universe made two people for each other, and they fit perfectly together. With faults, weird habits and all.

“Whatcha smirkin’ at over there, Chrispy Creme?” Shrugging, Chris got up and walked over to you laying in white fluffy sheets with a tea being nursed in your cold hands.

He felt a smile rise again to his lips when a giggle came from you watching the hotel’s television where they played a marathon of The Office. Here you were, sitting up with you legs crossed and your hair messily braided into two parts. Your sparkling, morning eyes couldn’t tear away from the television as you saw Dwight bag Meredith’s head with a bat inside it.

There was a marathon of The Office on TBS. Very much to your delight, he may add. You were a fangirl at heart. For The Office, Marvel, Disney; not to Chris’s own extent, but still considered a fangirl.

It was no secret that movies and tv were the escape you used as a child, teenager, and even now in adult life. Your childhood was not one to look back and smile about, and school… well, t paid for therapist’s underground pool, let’s say that. Chris hurt to think that all those years you suffered, feeling alone and unaccepted in your tiny world in a small town that was a junkyard, to begin with. You never spoke of the people of your past anymore, never since you told Chris everything about your upbringing, clearly stating you never wanted to speak of it again. Which was understandable, but still. Chris’s heart still tightened up when he thought of you at eleven years old, sitting alone on the grass as the other kids played around with their friends and you broke grass in half, one by one, counting every tear off each strand of greenery you tore apart until the bell rang to go back inside. He wished he was there, him being his eleven-year-old self, offering you to play basketball or go on the swing sets together.

The thought of you all alone tore his heart in two. It left tears in his eyes as he faced his own reality that was slowly seeping back into his brain, sending an emotional bomb off in his chest.

He had to leave you in two hours, alone. In two hours you were going to be that eleven-year-old, stuck all alone on the playground. You were eleven with two braids split straight down the middle, in overalls and a ripped pink t-shirt, getting teased with no one to defend your honor for why you came to school with dirty on your knees and elbows. Hair greasy and shoes with holds on the bottoms.

“Chris… are you okay? You look like you’ve just seen something awful?” Sitting your cup on the nightstand,  you got to your knees and wobbly made your way across the bed and over to the man that towered over you. Ironically you seemed to be the tall one now, as tears brimmed his eyes and his hands became fidgety hanging low in front of him.

“N-no. I-I just… my flight.”

“O-oh.” Now it was your turn to become the small one, again. You felt his fingers try to hold your own but for some reason, you let them slip through as you turned around and got back into bed. Denying the fact that he was going to be gone again for two weeks. Having the time of his life while you filed paperwork for patients for the third floor of the Boston’s Child Hospital.

“Common, please… it already hurts enough that I’m leaving-”

“Well, how do you think I’m feeling then!” I burst out at him like a firecracker, lifting my head off the cold pillow that smelled like his shampoo, making me even more upset.

Chris crossed over to the bed and sunk his knees to the floor leaving on the bed with his elbows as he brushed back your bangs that covered your wide-eyed fear of seeing him take off on an airplane once again, leaving you here with nothing to come home too.

“I can’t have you hating me when I leave, Sweet Pea? I won’t. I won’t leave here, goddammit!” His tone came out more comedic than angry which made you smile a tad, letting a bit of light into Chris’s heart again just at the tug of your lips that he saw.

Your face was barely shown to him as you buried it into his pillow, only one eye beautiful doe-eye peeked out at him, while one side of your lips was shown to him, letting him see the small smile. Chris came forward and rested his head on the same pillow, allowing your noses to almost touch as he smiles at your pinched cheeks from the emotions running through you.

Mumbling into the pillow, you pulled your face out for Chris to stroke gently with his fingers, ever so gently caressing your burning cheek.

“You really wouldn’t leave if I was hating you?”  He shook his head, smiling a toothy grin,

“Not if they paid me in the billions, Peanut.” Smiling, I let my demeanor down and twisted my body to face Chris’s, I gave a weak smile that gave Chris’s eyes almost a sparkle at the sight of my small gesture of acceptance.

“What about trillions?”

“Nope, mm-hm.”


“Not gonna happen sweets, you’re worth all the gold a leprechaun could ever give me.” Okay, I giggled at that one. As soon as he saw my teeth, he gave a wide grin and tackled me on the bed, making me yelp in surprise.

“There she is! There’s my girl!” I giggled as Chris kissed my peaked my face all over, finding any spot he could to cover his lips in until he settled on my own warm lips. My lips tasted like tea but overpowered by the hint of sugar, but most of all warmth. The warmth from the hot drink and now warmth from his body pressing into mine. I parted my lips and head his face back, smiling up at those blue eyes I knew I was a goner for the second I saw them reach mine.

“Let’s get you ready for two weeks of being Captain America again, baby.” Chris smiled down at me, cupping my right cheek with his large hand. “It’s a press tour, babe. I’m not gonna be in my suit or anythin’.”

“I know, but the world is gonna be seeing their Cap after a long time. They’ve missed seeing their hero for so long. I know I do, even when you leave for just two weeks.”

He looked taken aback but held back the emotion that was ablaze in his eyes, “I’m your hero.”

“Of course you are! You’re not just my hero, you’re my best friend and the love of my life… even if you weren’t Cap, you’d still be my hero, Baby.” Sniffling, he leaned down and kissed my nose softly, yet lingering for a longer time before finally, pulling himself away which looked like a struggle throughout his whole body.

“God. Can I pack you into my suitcase? Please? I mean you could fit if we leave all my clothes here…”

I gave my hero a grin and shrugged, “Why not?”

(I mean, I had to leave this! It’s Jim for goodness sake!)

A/N: Please leave feedback if you can! It means more than you think and it helps me for future stories on what you guys like and want to read more of! Love you all, thank you so much reading <3 - R .x

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resonance (dishonored)

Rating: G

Word Count: 1427

A commission for @lesbianemilykaldwin, wherein Emily comes out, and Corvo offers his support and understanding.

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The halls of Dunwall Tower are steeped in silence but for a set of half-heard, harried footsteps, a single silhouette cutting across the angular, waning beams of watery sunlight spilling down the tiled floor. Hand fisted against hip, crinkling faintly with every added modicum of pressure, the crumpled slip of parchment held there damp with fear-sharp sweat

(Corvo pauses just before the final, arched window lining the hall, raising his hand to unfurl the missive once again. Please, come to my chambers. I need to speak with you. Unsigned, but he would recognize the slant of that spidery scrawl anywhere, and this, handed from servant to servant until it landed softly, soundlessly, upon Corvo’s desk; and that itself is an oddity. The Empress has never once hesitated to darken his doorway before; this new reticence speaks volumes of some aching wrongness, the edges of each letter jagged, as if kept steady only by some monumental force.)

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Bad Guy - Taeyong

Originally posted by muraldepaleta

Bad Guy- Taeyong

Angst; Fluff

A/N: Yeah this is my very first post and I will post more (and better) scenarios. 

The sunlight beaming from the curtains hit your eyes as they flutter open. You smiled, smelling the ocean breeze from your opened window. Looking at the clock that reads 10:05 AM. You turned to your left side to greet your significant other only to find the other side of the bed cold and empty. Your smiled disappeared. I figured.
You stayed in bed for a while, reminiscing the time you and Taeyong first met. 


It was late December. The temperature had dropped thirty degrees below Celsius. You had just got off work. You were tired, cold and hungry and you wanted to be in the comfort of your own home. You tried getting a taxi but failed, each and one of them were taken. After ten minutes of trying, it was no use, so you decided to walk home. You were shivering like crazy so you decided to take the fastest route which is through an ally. It was one of those long allies. Those allies that people always avoided because it was dangerous but you didn’t care. You did not want to die of hypothermia. As you were walking through the ally you heard distant footsteps from behind you. You turned around only to find no one there. It’s probably just my imagination.You kept walking, this time picking up your pace. You heard the footsteps again. You turned back around and again, found no one behind you. Your heart rate was increasing, your hands numbing. You were scared. You heard it again, this time you didn’t look back to check. Before you know it, you started running. Running as fast as you can, not looking back. You turned to a corner and hid in between the buildings, trying to catch your breath. Trying to stay quiet, you made sure the coast was clear. You peaked out a little and waited. After waiting for what almost felt like hours, you slowly came out. You turned to look from where you ran then turned around to continue walking home. Only to be startled by a figure in front of you. You screamed but his hands were covering your muffled screaming.  He let go of you, hoping you wouldn’t scream again. “Shhh.. you’re being followed. Don’t attract any attention”, he said. You listened to his voice. It sounded so low, yet so sweet. All you could do was stare into his eyes. They were mesmerizing. Taking your hand, he led you into the same hiding spot. “Stay here.. don’t go anywhere or else he’ll kill you”. You obeyed. You were terrified. Someone is trying to kill me?You wanted to know what was happening so you peaked and looked where the strange guy went. You saw that he had something in his hand. You tried comprehending what you’re seeing in black darkness. You can only see his strong grip around the shiny black metal. He has a gun! He bent down and held the gun towards something, or someone. You watched what he was going to do next. Before you know it, you saw a bright flash of light and a loud echo sound of a gunshot. You watched in horror what he did. You slowly walked out, trying to escape without the man hearing you. “Y/N”. He called out. How did he know my name? He turned around and walked towards you. You had the urge to run away from him but you couldn’t move your legs. “Y-you killed him…”, you said softly. Your eyes shifted from the dead body to the man in front of you. “I had to Y/N, he was going to kill you..”. “Who are you?! I don’t even know you!”, you yelled. “Just shut up! I’ll explain later, but right now you have to come with me. You’ve already seen my face I can’t let you out of my sight”, he said while grabbing your wrist hard. You pulled away. “I don’t even know you! Who are you? Tell me who you are right now!”. He gave you a glare. There was silence. You were getting impatient. “How the hell do you know my name”, you said in a much colder tone. He stared at you with the same mesmerizing but cold eyes. He then looked down, sighing. You knew he had given up. “My name is Taeyong. I’m the leader of a gang and I was assigned to be your protector”.

You chuckled at the thought of that night. It’s been three years since you met him, that very first night. Who knew you were gonna be in a relationship with an ex gang member. A guy who used to kill for a living. You couldn’t believe it. Your family, who assigned him to protect you, couldn’t believe it either. They tell you constantly that you could do better. But, what if he is better? He may not show you the love other girls experience from their boyfriends and he may not act like a loving boyfriend all the time but he shows it towards you in a different way and you appreciate that.  He made you stronger. 

After getting ready for the day, you went down stairs. You greeted your servants with a smile. Then you greeted one of Taeyong’s loyal ex gang members but as always, they never really acknowledged you and always gave you the cold shoulder. You ignored them and went towards the kitchen. You made yourself a cup of tea. While drinking your tea you got your book and went to your backyard deck walking down the stairs to sit in a chair. Sitting close to enjoy the sounds of the ocean. While reading your book and sipping your tea, your neighbor came and talked to you. “Ah Mr. Kim, how are you?”, you asked. “Y/N! I am fine. How about yourself?”. “I’m doing fine”, you said and gave Mr. Kim an eye smile. Mr. Kim was one of Taeyong’s fathers good friend. Aside from seeing your family, Mr. Kim is closest to a father to you. You and Mr. Kim were talking and had brunch together. “So.. where’s Taeyong? Today’s the special day”, Mr. Kim asked. You looked the ex gang members who were also outside guarding the house, then you looked back at Mr. Kim. “I know… I wanted to celebrate his birthday with just me and him. I wanted it to be special since he never gets to celebrate his birthdays”, you said while messing with your food. “I woke up and he wasn’t next to me.. I’m not sure where he went”, you said looking a bit disappointed. Mr. Kim sighed. “I love that kid like he’s my own son but sometimes I feel like he works himself too much and never gives himself a break. He’s the spitting image of his father”, Mr. Kim said while laughing. You smiled thinking about Taeyong’s father. Taeyong admired his dad. Taeyong’s dad was the person who taught him self defense but the disadvantage of that was Taeyong never got the love he deserved as a kid. Which breaks your heart because it turned him into a heartless cold person. “It’s not my place to say, but sweetheart. You’re a caring loving person. You are the opposite of Taeyong. I know you need him but you only need him as your protector, nothing more. He needs you more than anything but he doesn’t deserve you. You’re too good for him. He has killed before… he’s killed innocent people. Innocent people like you! I’m not proud of he did but I am proud that I am his godfather”, Mr. Kim said. You looked at Mr. Kim in defense. “What are you trying to say…”. “I’m saying Taeyong is a heartless person and you will never teach him how to love so go and find someone that will show you the love you deserve”, Mr Kim said. “No Mr Kim he has show-”. “Have you told him you love him?” “Yes”. “Has he told you that he loves you?”. You paused and thought about it for a moment. And realized he hadn’t. You were a little hurt. “Taeyong can be mean and hurtful sometimes and I feel like he doesn’t appreciate my love at all. Sometimes I think about leaving him without even telling him. It’s not like he’s gonna know anyways…”. You looked down at your cold food, you waited for his response. Then you looked up at Mr Kim. He stared behind you. You were wondering what he was staring at. You turned around and found Taeyong on the stairs staring at you with the meanest coldest stare he had ever given you. It made you shiver. “You want to leave me? Go ahead. I don’t give a shit about you anyways. Go on, pack your bags”, Taeyong said turning around going back inside. His words hit you so hard. Never has he ever talked to you like that. You looked at Mr. Kim with shock. He looked back at you with pity. “Um.. excuse me Mr. Kim..”, you said as you stood up from your chair. 

Walking inside your shared house, you looked around and saw that everything that was on the table in your living room were now broken and on the floor. You walked towards his office door. It smelled of cigarettes. You knew he was smoking inside. Taeyong only smoked cigarettes when he was stressed. You turned the door knob and slowly opened it. You peaked your head into the room. His back was facing you, one hand on his desk while the other was holding the lit cigarette. You shut the door behind you and slowly walked up to him. You were slightly afraid of what he’ll say to you. “Taeyong… baby?”, you said softly but enough for him to hear. He didn’t react to it. You then touched his back and moved to his arm. “Baby..?”, you said again and tried looking at him this time. “You should be packing right now”, he said. His voice monotonously. He blew one last puff of smoke and then put the remaining cigarette in the ashtray trying to put it out. “Taeyong, don’t be like this.. please”, you said. He turned around staring at you with his mesmerizing eyes you fell in love with. You backed up a little bit, giving him some space. Taeyong stared at you. “Y/N.. are you afraid of me?”. You looked at him. “No. Never”, you said without hesitation. “Do you think I’m a bad guy?”. “I think you’ve made bad decisions but you’re not a bad guy..”, you said. There were silence for a little while. He looked into your eyes. “Y/N, I was once a bad guy… I had no feelings. I was heartless, I gave no mercy. But, you somehow changed me”, Taeyong said. Your heart fluttered at his words. He brought his hands up to your right cheek, caressing it. You fell deeply into his touch. Closing your eyes, you could feel his hot breath getting closer to your exposed neck. He kissed your neck, making sure to leave deep red marks. You accidentally let out a moan. You opened your eyes, bringing it up to Taeyongs. He looked at you hungrily. You brought your lips to his, enjoying every bit of him. You could feel his hand going up your shirt and squeezed your breast really hard. You opened your mouth and let out a small moan which gave his tongue access. You stopped everything. He looked at you and pouted. You laughed at his adorable action and kissed his cheek. You held his hand and lead him to your guys’ bedroom.

The sunlight beaming from the curtains hit your eyes as they flutter open. You smiled, smelling the same ocean breeze. You feel a pair of arms wrapped around your naked body and you could hear slight snoring coming from your left ear. You turned your head slightly, not trying to wake Taeyong up. You smiled at his handsome face. Admiring every feature. You tried removing his arms, so you could get out of bed and get ready for the day. As you tried getting up, Taeyong brought you back in bed. Putting his naked body to yours closer then ever and wrapped his arms tighter. “Where do you think you’re going..hmm?”. His raspy voice making your heart flutter. “I have to get ready baby”, you said laughing. “Let’s just stay like this… forever”, he said. You smiled. Enjoying the moment. It was nice, for once you could wake up still in his arms.  "Y/N", he calls for you. “Hmm?”. “I love you. Best birthday I could ever imagine”, he said while kissing your cheek. “I love you too, Taeyong”, you said as you smiled while closing your eyes. Drifting back to sleep.