best of street view


“I wanna go on a roadtrip someday. Alone or with someone i love. I wanna get away. Explore places. Sleep in the car. Stop a lot just to admire the view. Visit museums and try out coffee shops. Listen to my favorite albums while driving. Have a polaroid camera. Take pretty pictures of the sunrise. Take pictures of myself. Run through a forest. Chase fog. Chase the sun. Spend hours on a field making flower crowns. Feel the wind in my hair. Buy souvenirs. Meet people. Take time to observe. I wanna make memories. I wanna feel alive.„

Shades of Red and Blue

I’m ruined by McHanzo, y’all. Sorry-not-sorry. Please enjoy these drabbles about a certain surly warrior and his lovestruck cowboy boyfriend (or future boyfriend, in some of these cases). Cut is for length, not for content.

Originally posted by mariejacquelyn


“Full house!” Jesse crowed, delighted with himself as he slapped his cards on the table between them. “Pay up, sugarplum.”

Hanzo let out a deep, concentrated breath, dark brows knit over stormy eyes as he stood up to untie his obi, adding it to the growing pile between them that consisted of his bow, his quiver, both of his re-enforced boots, and his hair scarf. Jesse’s cheshire cat grin widened as he wiggled his socked toes, the only item of his between them being his boots, which now Hanzo was certain was because he let him win the first round.

“I do not appreciate being taken for a fool, Jesse McCree.”

“Aw, c’mon!” Jesse laughed, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey. “We ain’t gotta play much longer.”

Hanzo was unconvinced. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. Just…” He glanced around the table at the remaining pants and tunic that Hanzo wore. “Like two more hands. Maybe three. Never can tell with ya, darlin.’ I have been surprised bef– hey now!”

He just barely caught the empty teacup as it was hurled at his head.

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Tee Shirt- Birdy (Grayson Dolan)

Here is the link to the song  Tee Shirt by Birdy and also my first of many imagines

Reader’s POV 

In the morning when you wake up

I like to believe you are thinking of me

And when the sun comes through your window

I like to believe you’ve been dreaming of me

As the early morning sun shined through the curtains of the room, you looked down at the strong arms encasing your waist tightly.

 Belonging to none other then your Boyfriend of Grayson Bailey Dolan. You turned over in his arms causing him stir slightly as you smiled down at him sound asleep. Finally he was getting some good sleep, lately his been so exhausted.

You couldn’t bring yourself to wake him.

You brought your hand to his bicep smiling as you rubbed his arm soothingly. Slowly his eyes began to open.

“Mhmmmm Good Morning Beautiful” Grayson said in deep Morning voice you’ve grown to love.

“ Morning” you spoke back softly smiling at him he released you from his grip stretching as your legs stayed tangled.

“Did you sleep good Baby?” You asked tracing random shapes on his exposed chested.

“ Best sleep I had in a while.” He smiled 

“ Hope you were dreaming of me” You joked and he smiled that million dollar smile that caused your heart to flutter. 

“ Always” He whispered in your ear rolling over on top of you kissing your forehead sweetly as you giggled and placed your hands on the side of his faces bring his Lips softly down on yours.

I know cause I’d spend half this morning
Thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in 

You stood at the stove making eggs and Pancakes for You, Gray and Ethan who was currently still asleep,you stood in front of the stove in only Grayson’s shirt. You were so focused on cooking you didn’t realize Grayson stood behind you as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist his front pressed firmly to your back, You couldn’t help the smile that formed onto your face as you relaxed your body into his.

“ Penny for your thoughts?” He spoke softly as he kissed the side of your head, as you two swayed back a forth slightly

“ You. Me. Us” you spoke with a smile 

“ All good things I hope.” He said walking away, smacking your butt lightly you turned around to see a cheeky grin placed on his face as he went to wake up E.

You turned back around refocusing on Breakfast with a smile painted on your face. You’re thoughts wondered back to Grayson and how good he looked with his Black Sweats hanging low on his hips and his toned chest.

That Boy occupied every inch of your thoughts and you wouldn’t have any other way.

When I saw you, Everyone knew
I liked the effect that you had on my eyes
But no one else heard The weight of your words                                       
Or felt the effect that they have on my mind

You could hear Gray and E arguing up stairs, you shook your head smiling continuing to cook as your thoughts began to wonder back to the first time you guys meet.

 The Coffee Shop that started it all…..

You sat in the booth the booth that seem to become your regular spot leaning against the window. The booth faced the door and was close to the counter it also got the best view of the street. Your coffee steamed in front of you as you read Milk and Honey for the 5th time never really getting sick of the way the words made you feel. You heard the bell above the front door ring and looked up, seeing as this wasn’t a popular Coffee shop since Starbucks took over. You couldn’t help but wonder who wandered in,there stood a  tall darker haired boy with a good build scanning the menu and You shrugged Taking a sip of your coffee diving right back into your book.

You were pulled back in to reality when a Deep velvet voice said 

“ Excuse me miss but what’s the best thing on the menu?”  This beautiful stranger smiled at you while asking and your breath hitch and you forgot how to speak for a second.

“ Oh ummm, I always get a classic cup of espresso with milk. Ruth always dose the cutest Latte Art.” You said smiling at your favorite Barista Ruth, who smiled back.

“ Oh shhhh y/n” Ruth hushed you and you chuckled 

“ Well then its settled, I’ll have what she’s having. Do you mind if I seat?” He asked sweetly as Ruth began to make his Coffee.  

“ Of course not, I don’t mind the company.” You responded nicely looking back down at your book as Ruth placed the freshly brewed cup down 

“ What’re you reading?” He asked after thanking Ruth kindly 
“ Milk and Honey, it’s a Beautiful poetry book.” You smiled showing him the cover

“ Read me your favorite poem, if you don’t mind. ” He asked and you knew what page to flip to right away.

“Most importantly Love like it’s the only thing you know how
at the end of the day all this
means nothing
this page
where you’re sitting
your degree
your job
the money
nothing even matters
except love and human connections who you love
and how deeply you love them
how you touch the people around you and how much you gave them( Rupi Kaur Milk and Honey)“ 

You read the poem with power and softness, The stranger seem to hang on every word. He reached his and across the table and said 

” I’m Grayson, Grayson Dolan.“ Taking his hand in yours, you said
"Y/N, Y/N Y/L” with a small smile.

You two talked and talked about everything Family, Career, Goals it seemed so effortless between you to like you’ve known each other for years. While minutes turned to hours and after a while, Grayson had to leave.

“ I’ll see you here tomorrow right?” Grayson spoke with a eagerness to his voice. And he shook your head yes with a cheesy smile that he returned.

“ Good. It’s a Date then.” He said as he turned to walk out a slight blush on his cheeks 

“ They way you two looked at each other I give it a week before you’re falling in love.” Ruth said while wiping the tables smiling at your blushing red cheeks as you looked down at the number scribbled across the napkin in front of you.

 Snapping back into reality you smiled placing the food on the table. Well Ruth was right about one thing it only took a week for Grayson to fall in love with the way you talked and the light in your eyes and you to do the same….

Falling mmm mmm

South Italy

The warm aroma of fresh coffee wafted up your nose. Delicious. After the hectic morning you’d just had, you needed a nice cup of joe.

Once you had gotten your order, you went over to the corner booth. It was where you sat every time you went to the little cafe.

Except this time, it was taken.

A man with brown hair and an angry look sat with his arms crossed. His coffee was almost gone, and his laptop was opened.

“Excuse me.” He glared up at you. “This is my booth.”

He glanced around. “I didn’t see any of your stuff here.” A look that one could only describe as sassy rested upon his face.

“It’s just that I sit here everyday,” you tried to reason. “It has the best view of the street.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll just move!” The sarcasm was evident in his voice. The man didn’t move a muscle. You must’ve appeared pretty offended because his demeanor dropped. “I’m sorry. I have to finish this in two hours, and I’m really stressed out. How about we share it?”

You looked at the seat that was across from him. “Okay. I have work to do too.”

So you sat across from him and fired up your laptop. Both of you worked in silence for the first half hour, then he let out a struggled groan.

“Are you okay?” you questioned. His head was plastered on the table.

“Yeah. It’s just-just,” he sighed. “I was supposed to go to that fashion show they held last night, but I missed it because I lost the tickets. Now I have no idea what happened or anything.”

“Oh.” You shyly continued, “I was a model in that.”

His eyes brightened. “I know. My friend took photos. You looked absolutely stunning.” A blush formed on his cheeks. “I didn’t want to seem like a crazy fan.”

You brightened. “Don’t worry. I don’t deal with many crazy fans.” You cocked your head. “Do you need help?”

His eyes brightened. A charming smile was planted on his face. “Please. Why don’t we discuss what happened over lunch? I know the perfect place.”

You shook your empty coffee cup. “That sounds absolutely perfect, but at least tell me your name first.”

“Oh, Señorita (y/l/n), my name is Lovino.” He closed his laptop. “We better be going, my brother may still have some tables left.”

With that he pulled out of the door and down the street.

The Honey House,  Chapter 1

Supply Run


The halfers were everywhere. Pooling out of doors along the corridor and tumbling down a flight of stairs to the sickening ping of bones cracking against metal. From the outside the pharmaceutical building had seemed secure. Rae supposed it really was secure, everything locked up tight, a dark maze filled with hungry little mice and she was the cheese.

She spotted a long window in the distance, the mid afternoon sun shining brightly like a beacon to guide her out. She squeezed the grip of her Glock and her last bullet fired, shattering the glass. The narrow corridor filled with a hazy ringing that silenced the groans of the half dead but made the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention.

A chill ran down her spine and then she jumped. For a heartbeat Rae thought it was all over as flesh ripped along the side of her body. She chanced a look as she scrambled to her feet. There were no teeth marks but there was blood and lots of it. She held tightly to the injury, stumbling along from the halfers until she reached the chain linked fence she had climbed over less than half an hour before. Climbing up the second time was almost impossible. She threw her rucksack first then heaved herself over with a graceless landing and a cry of pain.

Rae didn’t look back at the gathering horde but she could hear them rattling the fence in a desperate attempt to pursue her. She jogged and walked, weaving between cars and cover as quickly as she could for as long as her legs could carry her.

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Clones as New Yorkers

Cosima: the person who responds to the question “what time is it?” when it’s showtime on the A train.

Alison: actually enjoys walking through Times Square when it isn’t 3am and empty.

Sarah: doesn’t leave the east village

Helena: I think I’ve seen her at my local grocery store behind the counter…but they still have food to sell so maybe it wasn’t her…

Rachel: 30+ floor up window lined office with the best view. Probably Wall Street


Request by @sabriel-38: Hey. So I was wondering if you could do a coffeeshop!AU for Dean please?? Like, where Dean is a barista and the reader is an artist who always sits in the corner of the shop and orders the same thing everyday? Please and thank you?

Word Count: 1101

Warnings: None

A/N: This oneshot is a lot shorter than my usual oneshots, but I just couldn’t keep going. I feel like anything more would ruin the fluff I have going on here. I hope this one makes y’all as giddy as I felt when I wrote it :)

Version en Español: Notas

“Let me guess,” Dean’s low, gruff voice greeted you when you swept into the coffee shop. Despite the dreary, drizzly, New York spring day, you found a smile fighting its way onto your face. “Coconut milk mocha macchiato?”

“Are you psychic?” you teased, unwinding the scarf from your neck and stuffing it into your bag.

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Dead And (pt.2) [ Filth ]

Masterlist: Click Here
Synopsis: Satan plays cupid in the apocalyptic world
Chapter Warnings: N E G A N & his glorious mouth, doubt of religion, start of s e x u a l tension, random character death (Lucille back at it again), violence (anything else, please tell me)
Chapter Synopsis: “Is he God or the Devil?”
Word Count: 2,680+ (I’m a bitch sucker for descriptive shit)
Rating: This story is now at hell’s gate, someone open the gate xie xie.
Pairing: (So far it’s) Negan x Reader
Helpful BGM: “Gasoline” by Halsey
A/N: After seeing the first part receiving almost a hundred notes, I knew I had to deliver shit so tada motherfuckers, here’s part two. Since this personal blog is 80% astrology 20% anything else, instead of following me for updates, you can just tell me if you wanna be tagged on the future chapters. Hope yall like this shit! Til then, ta-ta~

She never felt this filthy in her whole damn life.

As (Y/N) withstands the scorching noon heat while finding the safest way she can settle down at, her stench absolutely reeks that it causes her nostrils to flare time to time. She is sweltering but refuses to remove her leather jacket in case of a surprise walker attack. (Y/N) is a walking effluvium. Back from the community she was at before the beginning of this story, showering is only available for the people at the uppermost of the hierarchy. However, if you belong to the lower class there are some ways to get a proper shower every day: be a sex worker for the insatiable, be a soldier for the defenseless, or join the ‘game’ for the bored. Last time our lady (Y/N) right here had a shower was when she won the recent game in exchange of her life.

But that’s a story for a different time.

Let’s continue talking about how filthy she feels.

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Title; Set Up - Spencer Reid / Rating; T+ / Warning’s; Kissing / Requested

Third Person POV; You laughed, smiled and even flirted, you had so much fun. You were walking hand in hand and talking about the most recent books you both had read, you came to an Ice Cream shop ‘you want to get something’ Spencer asked, you nodded slightly feeling at a loss for words looking at this man and how handsome he was, you got your favorite and he decided to give a try also. 

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anonymous asked:

A fic describing situations in which Gaby/Illya have received backlash from other people for daring to be a German and a Russian engaged in a relationship. PS- Love this blog and always look forward to updates. Thanks for your hard work!

Their engagement is only a classic cover story but it doesn’t stop the waiter from making a snide comment or two. They start off as snippy and turn to sly insults that could almost be missed if they weren’t paying attention.  Gaby’s hand closes over her wine glass and she’s trying to count the cars going by. The same dark blue wagon has gone around three times since they’ve started their dinner and their meal had yet to arrive. Illya sits across from her, outside of the beautiful Parisian restaurant where his gaze constantly flicks from the road, to Solo’s hiding place, to Gaby. He lets his gaze linger just a millisecond longer on the woman across from him. Her hand is closed tightly on the stem of the wine glass, fingers shaking the liquid about. He glances at the ring on her finger and then back to the waiter who is giving them a not-so-friendly look. 

“I don’t get why it’s his business.” She spits out the words carefully, keeping her voice low to avoid anyone overhearing their conversation. The restaurant is busy, buzzing with life and everyone is seated too close together, but it has the best view of the street where Gaby can sit across from Illya and wait for their mark. Gaby shifts in her seat, uncrossing her legs and recrossing them all over again. Her cream colored dress reflects the candle lights beautifully, but she has somehow already managed to get red wine on the front of it.

Illya looks away from the red stain on her dress and catches her gaze. She gives him a sharp look and repeats her words with a little more emphasis. Her voice is strained and she’s obviously upset, “It’s not any of his business.”

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