If you survive First Impressions, you’re good to go.

Peter first met his daddy’s new friend when he accidentally crashed his motorbike into a wall.

In all fairness, a little bit of that might have been his fault. He’d been running down the road to try and chase after the important papers he and his daddy had been working on together, and might not have been looking exactly where he’d been going as he neared the corner of the street. It was a quiet road, though! There weren’t usually bikes or cars or anything! 

The first thing Peter thought when he saw the bike veering around the bend and straight toward Peter was ‘my daddy’s going to kill me if he finds out I didn’t follow all his rules about being safe on the roads’. The second, of course, was ‘this isn’t going to go well for me’ and then, finally, the third; ‘hm- I didn’t know bikes could turn that quickly.’

He watched, mildly curious, as there was a muffled yell through the helmet and then a sudden, loud scratching noise as the person slammed on the brakes and spun the bike around. Peter was close enough to get a few bits of gravel in his face, and he winced, shutting his eyes against the sharp bits of rock that flew off the road. He heard the bike continue to rev wildly, before there was an ominous crunching noise and the sound of tyres skidding over concrete.

Whoops. His daddy really was going to kill him.

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Bitter Rivals - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 9,619

Warnings: NSFW, NSS (Not Sabrina Safe aka an inside joke), 18+, Oral (both receiving), Multiple Orgasms, Alcohol Use, Spanking, Hair Pulling

Notes: I lost a bet with @ellie-bee242 and promised her Stuart smut. So this is for her, ok? Ok. Also thanks to @girlwiththerubyslippers for being a doll and reading part of this and like… screaming at me the entire time lol.

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BLAZER: Vintage
BLOUSE: Vintage

I swear autumn in New York leaves as soon as it arrives (no pun intended). At least the colorful part I love!  Fall is my favorite all around. I love the transitional fashion pieces, I adore Halloween & all it’s nostalgia, the food, and that feeling that hangs in the air that can only be autumn.  Which means a lot since moral is a bit down for me. Hopefully that all changes soon, eventually everything does. Perfect season for it huh?  🍂 🍁


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anonymous asked:

Can we take a min to praise us shippers? If you were to ask me a bit ago if we'd all be here to enjoy Print Shop I wouldn't know what my answer would be. I know for sure that mag article would have dampened things a few months back. Now it's already forgotten bc in spite of being bullied/trampled on we have come to fan how we want to fan. We've enjoyed PS to the fullest not only bc of SC doing phenom but bc of our community we have built here where we can enjoy together. Thankful for this group.

THIS!! I can’t believe so many of us were willing to walk away from Jamie and Claire and from each other just because of the ridiculous fuckery. I’m so glad we all stuck around and that we’re stronger than ever. I wouldn’t change us for the world 💗

So Long, Farewell

For @ferosa

Angst I guess? Basically Dany’s farewell to Dragonstone. 

Yes, yes, I know, it’s been a bit, school’s been killing me, but I’m trying. I don’t work at all this week so I should have time to catch up. 

Jon never thought he’d ever miss the cold and drafty castle on an even colder and draftier island, but now that the time had come to say goodbye he was beginning to think he might.

The morning light was gray and cold as he stuffed the last few pieces of clothing into his traveling trunk. A few of Dragonstone’s servants, both men and women with hard faces and stringy hair who were devoted to the Targaryen queen, had offered to pack instead but he’d declined; he wanted to pack for himself. It gave him an excuse to be alone for a while, an excuse to think things over. He didn’t know if he’d ever come back here, if he’d ever come back to Dragonstone again. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to, now that there were only two dragons soaring around the palace towers when there should have been three. It felt tainted by the memory of what he’d done.

He hadn’t seen the Queen in days now. Their paths never seemed to cross and he expected that it was intentional. He didn’t blame her either. He still had nightmares about being in the cold beyond the Wall, seeing Viserion fall from the sky again and again with blood trailing from his wings. He could only imagine how much worse it would be for her. Some nights he thought he heard someone crying, caught on the wind and whisked away, but he could never be sure that it was her. He always hoped that it wasn’t.

There was a knock on his door and Davos barely waited for him to call him inside before he stepped in. “Are you ready? Cersei will be expecting us.”

He tried to smile, but there was no humor in it. “Of course.” And then it would be off to Winterfell, north to whatever fate awaited him there.

The Targaryen flag ship stood resplendant in red silks, waiting quietly at harbor, its sails flashing in the dim light of early morning. The sail was painted with the three headed dragon; it was a ship befitting the Dragon Queen. The Stark flag ship looked slightly more dishevelled, but Jon supposed it wouldn’t matter; he would divide his time between the two ships. They sailed for White Harbor, and they would sail together.

Missandei rushed to meet him as soon as he reached the dock. “Have you seen Queen Daenerys?”

“Not this morning, no.”

“Hm. I’m surprised.” They’d taken to breaking their fasts together on the castle bulwarks, sipping cups of tea and watching the city of King’s Landing slowly come alive. “We have to get going.”

“Is she with the dragons?”

“They haven’t returned from their hunt yet. She’s not waiting for them-I already checked. I suppose I’ll look in her solar again-”

“I’m passing that way myself. It’s no trouble. I can check-”

For a moment he thought that Missandei would dismiss him, say that he had overstepped his boundaries as a foreign dignitary. But there was a small smile on her face when she nodded and said. “All right. But do keep in mind, Lord Snow, we’re trying to leave quickly.” She brushed past him to oversee the packing of the ships; perhaps she was looking for the Unsullied commander. Jon had yet to learn his name, but the two seemed very close-in a number of ways.

For the last few days the castle had been filled with a bustling, restless excitement-but now the hallways were empty, traveling valises packed and food stored. Old, tattered tapestries hung on the walls and a new coat of dust had already begun to gather on the floors. It wouldn’t be long before the castle fell into disrepair again. He wondered who she would keep as the castellan of Dragonstone; it had always been a Targaryen castle and he assumed she would keep it that way.

His boots echoed as he passed the empty solar; a glass of wine sat in the center of the table, but it was empty. He looked for the usual signs that Daenerys had gone about her work-stands of ink arranged messily, old books open to fading pages. But everything had been packed away, and the room looked oddly formal.

He remembered a night when he’d come to see her, soon after they’d returned from Eastwatch. He’d wanted to ask her about the arrangements for the transportation of the Dragonglass, only to find that she’d fallen asleep at her desk. He knew that she slept less than she should but there had been something almost intimate about the moment; her braids had come undone and her head was pillowed on her arms. He’d wanted to tell someone but he didn’t want to wake her up; in the end he’d compromised on carrying her back to her room, afraid all the while that he was going to get yelled at (probably by the queen herself, when she woke up). But she’d slept through it all blissfully unaware-and when he set her down on her bed she’d simply curled farther into herself and slept some more.

It occurred to him to check her bedroom next. For a moment he wavered, simply because there was something about it that seemed too intimately personal..but he knocked anyway. There was a long moment of silence and then, just when he thought he’d guessed wrong and was going to walk away, he heard her say “Come in.”

The docks were still swarming with men, Jon knew, but from the master bedroom it all seemed very far away. He could barely hear them; the walls were a thick stone and muffled their voices. There was a desk in one corner, facing the window, but most of the room was dominated by a large bed draped in black and red blankets. Daenerys sat on the side of the bed, a breeze lifting the hair from her forehead, hands fisted in the bedclothes. She barely looked up when he stepped through the doorway, barely acknowledged he was there at all. “It’s time to go.”

For a few minutes she didn’t say anything, so he didn’t either. “My mother gave birth in this very bed, two-and-twenty years ago. A storm raged around her, her entire family dead except for her second son. And her only daughter. I thought that coming home, coming…here, I would feel something. It’s silly, I know, but the Targaryens lived here for time out of mind. It’s ours. And at first, I didn’t. All I wanted to do was leave, to keep things moving…but now that it’s time…”

“It’s strange,” he replied, closing the distance between them in a few quick steps. Something had changed in the long nights they’d spent on the boat back to Dragonstone, and he no longer felt uncomfortable around her. Or maybe he hadn’t felt that way in a while. “It’s started to feel like home. I felt the same way, when I returned to Winterfell. I’d lived there my whole life, but it never felt like my home.”

“Home.” She shook her head slightly, laughed mirthlessly. “It’s a strange word.” She didn’t look at him. “I wish we could stay longer.”

“You’ll like Winterfell. You’ll meet my sisters. You’ll like them.”

“I doubt they’ll be pleased with you for handing the North over to a foreign invader.”

“They’ll realize that it was necessary. And then they’ll get to know you.”

She still seemed a million miles away. “Sometimes I forget my brother’s face. It seems wrong. I knew him for more than half my life. Sometimes he was a good brother, but more often than that he was a torment. But I forget his laugh, or his smile, or the boy he used to be-the boy who grew up without his mother.”

He knew, instinctively, that he was seeing a part of the Dragon Queen that hardly anyone ever saw and he would have to proceed carefully because any misstep could send her back into her shell. “Family can be complicated and strange.”

“Best not to make sense of them.” She sighed. “Have they started to sail yet?”

“They’re waiting for the royal flag ship.”

She closed her eyes, tapping her fingers on the wood of the headboard-and when she opened her eyes again they looked remarkably clearer. “Will you walk with me?” She stood, straightening her dress, head cocked to one side almost tentatively.

“Of course.”

The hallways were so quiet. Jon didn’t know where everyone was-probably out in the harbor, but the castle seemed echoing and empty without all of the people crammed into it at every hour of the day: ministers and advisors and Unsullied and hangerson. The history of the castle pressed down upon him more and more with every step-this was where the great dragon kings and dragonlords had lived for centuries before the Targaryens had ever thought of crossing the sea. How had Stannis been able to live here for so many years, if he felt even half as much an outsider as Jon did now? If he closed his eyes he could imagine he heard the rumble of a dragon’s roar or the beat of a dragon’s wings, see a blonde haired girl chase a blonde haired boy down a hallway until they both collapsed into a heap laughing, a baby’s cries in the air-a dying mother holding her baby in her arms, whispering to her to be strong and good and brave…and then her face morphed into someone else’s, a woman with dark hair and a face that was constantly shifting so he could never quite tell what it looked like.

“I’ve grown up with the dead.” Her voice broke the silence, and she pulled open a set of carved double doors. They opened onto her strategy room, the Painted Table looking up at them from out of the darkness. She placed the dragon and the wolf in the North, in the miniscule fortress of Winterfell.

The room where he had told her about the wights. The room where he had wanted to make love to her, more times than he cared to count. The room where they had discussed the mission that would change everything forever.

Her lips were moving but no sound was coming out. He would have thought she was praying, if she was one to pray. But she didn’t believe in any gods; only herself. There was something wonderful about that, and something terribly sad.

He knew they had to go but he gave her time to say goodbye.

Eventually they left the war room and went to her solar instead. It had been a close and cluttered room at one point, stocked with tapestries and scrolls and books that looked so old they could disintegrate in his hands, but now the most important had been packed away and there was a disused and forgotten air to the whole place. She ran her hand over the desk, over the drawer with a false bottom where she always kept a bottle of Meereenese wine, silently speaking again. Broken sunlight painted her hair in light.

Onto the library, where Jon had spent most of his time in those early days when he hadn’t been quite sure whether or not she intended to kill him. Half of the books were in Valyrian and he couldn’t read them, but there had been a few copies of old tomes that he’d thought had been lost forever. He’d traveled a different Westeros, where there were kings in the north and dragons in the skies. A sitting room, Tyrion’s solar, the grand dining room with its vaulting ceilings, a room still entirely covered in carvings of dragons. A room of jewels brighter than sunlight, brighter than Rhaegar’s rubies on the Trident and twice as valuable.

A silver crown, barely more than a tiara, studded with diamonds and what looked like dragon scales. Queen she might be, but he had yet to see her wear such ostentatious ornamentation. She held it for a moment, turning it over and over so it sparkled in the dim light of the torches, the glittering rubies and deep blue sapphires. Then she put it back on its shelf and looked away, moving on.

The top of the castle ramparts, with a clear view of the boats gathered below. He wondered if she’d stood on this very balcony and watched the boats of the Northmen come in.

Would he have seen her if he’d just looked up?

She sighed, as the wind tore at her tightly wound braids. “I suppose we should go, shouldn’t we?”

“They’ll wait for you anyway.”

She still wouldn’t look at him. “Do you think we’ll ever come back?” We. Not I. It was a silly thing to think about, especially now, but he couldn’t help it. It felt like there was a contingency plan in place, like there could be a life after all of this.

“We’ll try.” That was the best they could do, wasn’t it? The best anyone could do.

She didn’t say anything else but she took a step closer to him, cape whipping in the wind. She rested her hand on top of his, just for a moment, her touch light as the wings of a butterfly.

Even as the rest of the world moved on around them, he felt remarkably still. Like the only thing that really mattered, that could really change everything, was this moment-right now.

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Martin Wallström On Tumblr & Tyrelliot

Recorded this extremely cute part of a Swedish podcast in which Martin mentions Tyrelliot and is informed about a few blogs about him on Tumblr! Below you’ll find a rough translation of the script I threw together. Hope you like this as much as I do! :) There’s also a part in the pod where he gushes over Rami quite a bit, let me know if you want me to upload & translate that as well.

Karsten: I don’t know how much you know about this but you’re a bit of a Tumblr celebrity.
Martin: … What’s that?
Karsten: Did you know that? There’s lots of blogs, fanfiction and hashtags about you as well as the character Tyrell Wellick, for instance there’s @martinwallstromdaily 
Sara: *chuckles*
Martin: But what’s Tumblr? Is it like Twitter?
Karsten: It’s like a blogging platform.
Martin: Oh, I see! Okay, yeah.
Sara: There’s lots of pictures and stuff.
Karsten: Exactly. There’s @fyeahmartinwallstrom and there’s this hashtag called #tyrelliot
Martin: *enthusiastic humming sound*
Karsten: And there are those who insist that it was Tumblr fans that lead actors like Benedict Cumberbatch and Eddie Redmayne to the level of success at which they are at now. What if this is what Tumblr is going to do for you?*
Martin: Ah! Maybe it’s that!
Karsten: Have you ever stumbled across any fanfiction? Have you tried searching “Tyrelliot” on Youtube? There’s sooo much content!
Martin: Oh, yeah, I know! I’ve seen people doing a few music videos and these very… people wanting Elliot and Tyrell to be… like… a couple! They’re like these “love videos” and I think they’re really beautiful.

*she says all of this rather jokingly/tongue-in-check


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  • Me: I dunno, a lot of the 'David Adopts Max' AUs are really unrealistic with how they portray adoption and while there's nothing wrong with that, it does kind of ruin the suspension of disbelief a bit.
  • Also me: AU where David is now the father of Max, Nikki, Harrison and Dolph because I said so.
ID #10013

Name: Kirsten
Age: 16
Country: Australia

Hi, my name’s Kirsten! I live in a tiny little town in rural Australia, and because of that, I want to go out and learn more about the rest of the world. For now, I’m content to just listen and learn from other people, but maybe one day I can travel and experience these places firsthand. I also love writing, so someone to write letters to would be amazing.
Um, a bit about me, I guess. I love creating stuff; stories, paintings, sculptures, you name it. (I recently made a concept design of a video game for my art final, so anything is fair game to me). This means that I’ll probably go a bit overboard with letters, and send you a whole heap of sketches and stickers, and other fun stuff, because I love making things for people.
I also have two dogs, who are the light of my life, and you will probably find that I never shut up about them. So if you love animals, I’m your gal (and because I live in the middle of the outback, there’s always wild animals doing funky stuff in our backyard, so there’s always that).
I also love going on passionate rants about the most random of things, including, but not limited to books, movies, music and food (some of the most common ones include Voltron, instrumental and cinematic music, and animations).
I would really really love to exchange snail mail, so if you’re up for it, we can make really nice and thoughtful letters for each other (I’ve always wanted to write letters, so I’m super excited!)
I hope I can get to know some of you, and make some new friends~

Preferences: 15-17

anonymous asked:

Speaking exclusively to Daily Star Online at the BBC Radio One Teen Awards, the Bedroom Floor singer appeared reluctant to discuss the subject of marrying Cheryl, his girlfriend of around 18 months."I don't know if I'm the wedding-y type of guy," he confessed."Weddings feel a bit weird to me."I don't know. Who knows? We'll see." I'm Liam saying that i don't believe in marriage and it's kinda weird to be married!

Hi anon,

+   There’s no video as yet and the Star are hardly reliable. 

They mention the interview he had with Bizarre back in May when he said ‘maybe one day’ but ‘maybe one day’ is just as non-committal to me as ‘we’ll see’.  

And he said to another person as well at another interview.

All this while he wore wedding style bands on his finger in Cardiff (tho the opposite hand) and then talked of the 4 on his wedding ring finger looking like a halo WHEN not if he wore a ring.

So the Li being reluctant to talk marriage with her is hardly new, and later on in the article apparently he talked about the ‘rap battles’ last night and said ‘predictably she won’  and that ‘they’re really happy in baby land at the moment’  

Yeah, really happy except when he’s bored and goes and gets his initials tattooed on him.

Jack: Nick, I’m surprised you didn’t just get the C-section on your due date. I mean, just because you haven’t gone into labor yet, doesn’t really mean you have to wait anymore. ‘Cause you can’t really give birth anyway.

Nick: Yeeeah, I know. But I just decided that I’ll let them stay in there for another week. The sound of a C-section kinda makes me a bit nervous, just thinking about being cut open. Plus I feel like I would actually…kinda miss it. ‘Cause y’know it doesn’t happen everyday, where a MALE, somehow, gets pregnant from illegal experimenting. Heheh, it’s strange though. I guess it’s because I never really felt alone sometimes when I’m by myself in the condo. They are always with me. 

Judy: Aww Nick, that’s so sweet.

Nick: Also I can’t really blame them for wanting to stay in there. I mean, all they do is lie around all day, it’s 98 degrees, all you can eat, it’s Miami in there.

ID #38206

Name: Kelcie
Age: 17
Country: USA

a little bit about me:
i live in a very tight knit area where everyone knows each other. at times it can be difficult to meet new people and truly be myself. so, i decided to give this pen pal thing a shot!

i am currently a senior in high school and can’t wait to graduate! i really enjoy the STEM based subjects like computers, math, and sciences.
the environment and animals is something i am deeply passionate about. i am in the process of converting to a vegan lifestyle! i would consider myself a spiritual person as well! i enjoy meditation, crystals, learning about the universe, the law of attraction, and etc.
i also really like music! i listen to a wide variety of genres, but my favorites are rap, indie, and kpop. same goes for reading! i love any kind of genre of books, but my favorite is either fantasy or contemporary.
i find myself usually watching youtube videos of vlogs, hauls, and makeup tutorials. i really like philip defranco, h3h3, joe santagato, cody ko, and a couple others!
finishing tv shows is a challenge for me since my attention span is about 5 seconds. some tv shows that i finished and enjoyed were jessica jones, parks and recreations, criminal minds, new girl, the vampire diaries, and neo yokio. some tv shows that i haven’t finished but enjoyed were mr. robot, supernatural, teen wolf, the mentalist, and the walking dead.
i recently got into kpop and it is taking over my life in the best way possible. if you are trash for bts and got7 then we will get on right away! i could talk about them and watch videos of them for hours (’:

all in all, i’m just looking for someone to talk too and really connect with! who knows, maybe i might meet my best friend on here?

all the love,

Preferences: 16+
Of Kings and Queens - by Galfoy

√ Dramione (Draco x Hermione)
√ Setting: 5 years later
√ 26 chapters
√ My score: ❤❤❤❤ (very nice)
√ Rating: M
√ Language: ***** (close to no mistakes)

Hermione has a bad habit. Draco has a big problem. The universe has one heck of a plan.

My notes: I loved how Hermione was able to mix muggle and magic together, even for the Malfoys. Once again, I loved Narcissa in this one, reminded me a bit of a kind of evil version of Luna.

Originally posted by retrotrippy

My Dudes… Dudes…. Ladies, Gents, Nonbinaries, gender fluids, everyone. I am so flipping excited!! My girlfriend and I might cosplay as Ruby and Weiss for prom. And you have no idea how hyped I am for that. I’m so happy she is going with this plan. You have no idea how happy this makes me and I bet she doesn’t even know how much this means to me.

Ya she likes the ship but not as much as me so when she agreed to dress up as Ruby while I’m Weiss, I couldn’t help but feel the happiest ever since this is my favorite ship out of all my ships. I even agreed to help her. Ya the cosplay may not be the greatest cause prom dresses are already expensive as hell, but it still makes Me so happyyyyyyy. She’s the best you all.

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