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Hidden Portraits: Marie Curie

Marie Curie was a Polish and naturalized-French scientist and two-time Nobel Laureate for her pioneering study of radioactivity.

She’s featured in the Art with Watson series, Hidden Portraits. 15 artists teamed up with Watson to discover and illuminate the unknown essence of seven of history’s greatest thinkers using data. 

What Watson thinks:
After analyzing articles about Curie from the past and present, along with her autobiography and private writings, Watson discovered that she experienced more joy when she talked about her family compared to science, despite being perceived as a cold, albeit brilliant, scientist.

About the artwork:
Truth Shines was inspired by the dichotomy between the public persona and the personal, lesser-known dimension of Curie, as revealed by Watson: the cold scientist vs. the loving woman. The blue test represents the words the public used to describe her, and the glowing red text is taken from actual words used in private writings between Curie and her family.

Explore Curie’s Hidden Portrait->

Crystal Terminology

Originally posted by fullmagicthings

Below is a list of helpful terms to know when working with gems and minerals. It includes terminology on various crystal shapes and forms. Terms specific to mineral shapes have “(form)” next to them for ease of reference.

Abundance (form): An abundance crystal consists of one long quartz crystal with many small crystals clustered around its base. Its function is to attract wealth and abundance.  

Adamantine Luster: A particularly brilliant shine as shown by a specimen such as a diamond.

Amorphous (form): Amorphous crystals, such as obsidian, have no particular shape. Energy flows rapidly through and amorphous crystal as it has no rigid internal organization.

Aura: The subtle bio-magnetic sheath that surrounds the physical body, providing a protective zone that extends for about 18 inches to 3 feet from the body and contains information about a person’s physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual state of being. 

Aura Crystal: A crystal specimen, usually of the quartz variety, that has been coated with metal (i.e. gold, titanium) in a vacuum chamber resulting in an iridescent sheen.

Ball (form): Balls are usually shaped from a larger piece of crystal and may have planes or flaws within them. They emit energy in all directions equally. 

Barnacle (form): A barnacle crystal has many small crystals covering a larger crystal. 

Bridge (form): A bridge crystal grows out of another larger crystal. It assists in bridging gaps and bringing things together.

Carat: The standard measure of weight for precious stones and metals. A carat is equal to 0.007 oz (0.2g).

Cathedral Quartz (form): Cathedral quartz may appear to be composed of several convoluted pieces, but these are in fact all part of the main crystal which has multiple terminations with at least one point at the apex.

Channeler (form): A channeling crystal has a 7 sided facet at the front of the termination and a triangular face on the opposite side. It channels healing energy or information from higher sources. 

Cleavage: The way a mineral or rock breaks along a certain plane, or in a certain direction.

Cluster (form): A cluster has many points bedded, but not necessarily fixed, into a base. The crystals may be small or large. 

Companion (form): A companion crystal has two crystals entwined and partly growing in each other, or a small crystal that grows out of the main crystal. 

Cross (form): A cross formation has one crystal at right angles to another, usually larger crystal. 

Crystal: A naturally occurring substance whose atoms are arranged in a regular manner. 

Crystal System: The systems in which crystals are grouped based on their symmetry. There are 6 crystal systems: cubic, monoclinic, triclinic, trigonal/hexagonal, orthorhombic, and tetragonal. 

Diamond Window (form): Flat faces at the top of crystals are called windows. A diamond window is large and connected to the apex and the base.

Double Terminated (form): A crystal with two naturally faceted ends. 

Dull Luster: A shine that reflects very little.

Earthy Luster: A non-reflective mineral luster.

Egg (form): A crystal cut in the shape of an egg. 

Elestial (form): An elestial has many natural terminations and folds over a multilayered crystal. 

Etched (form): An etched crystal that looks as though hieroglyphs or cuneiform writing has been inscribed on its faces. 

Faces: The External flat surface that make up a crystal’s shape.

Fault Line: An inner flaw or break in a crystal that refracts light and appears to divide the crystal into sections. 

Fluorescence: The optical effect whereby a mineral appears a different color in ultraviolet light than in ordinary daylight. 

Fracture: The distinctive way a mineral breaks.

Friable: Minerals that easily crumble are referred to as friable.

Gemstone: A mineral, usually crystal-like, which is valued for its color, rarity, and hardness.

Generator (form): A generator crystal has six facets meeting equally in a sharp point. 

Geode (form): A geode is contained within an outer form. When opened, it is hollow with many crystals pointing inward. 

Geologist: A scientist who studies the Earth and its structure and composition.

Gridding: The placing of crystals around a building, person, or room for protection or enhancement energies.

Habit: The general shape of a mineral.

Inclusion: Any material that is trapped inside a mineral during its formation, often producing a rainbow.

Iridescence: A play of colors that looks like oil on water that occurs when light reflects off internal elements of a rock or mineral. 

Layered (form): Plate-like crystals such as lepidolite are referred to as layered. 

Luster: The way in which light reflects of the surface of a mineral.

Manifestation (form): One or more small crystals are totally enclosed by a larger crystal. 

Matrix: The bedrock on which crystals are formed.

Metallic Luster: A shine like that of polished metal.

Mineral: A naturally occurring solid with specific characteristics, such as a particular chemical composition and crystal shape.

Mineralogist: A scientist who studies minerals.

Mohs Scale: A scale of hardness used in classifying minerals. It runs from 1 to 10 using a series of reference minerals, and a position on the scale depends on the ability to scratch minerals rated lower.

Occlusion: A mineral deposit within a crystal, which usually shows up as cloudy patches, spots, or a ghostlike image depending on the color of the material.

Opaque: A substance or material that does not let light pass through it.

Ore: A rock or mineral from which metal can be extracted

Phantom (form): A phantom crystal appears ghostlike within the body of a larger crystal. 

Pleochroic: In a crystal, appearing to have two or more different colors or shades of color, depending on the angle from which it is viewed. 

Point (form): Points may be natural or artificially shaped. A single crystal point has a faceted pointed end and the other end tends to look ragged where it has been separated from a cluster base. 

Prism: A solid geometric figure with a set of faces parallel to one another.

Pyramid (form): A crystal with four sides on a base, but the base itself may be squared off if the crystal is natural (i.e. apophyllite) rather than artificially shaped.

Record Keeper (form): A record keeper crystal has clearly etched pyramid shapes on its side or sides. 

Resinous Luster: A shine like that of resin.

Scepter Quartz (form): A scepter quartz is a large central rod around one end of which another crystal is formed. 

Seer Stone (form): A seer stone is a natural, water polished stone that is cut to reveal an inner world. 

Specific Gravity: The ratio of a mineral’s weight compared to the weight of an equal volume of water.

Square (form): A square crystal consolidates energy within its form. It’s useful for anchoring intention and grounding. 

Streak: The color of a mineral’s powder. It is less variable than the color of the mineral, so is a more reliable identification tool.

Striation: One of multiple, usually parallel grooves or scratches on a rock surface, produced by abrasion associated with glacial movement, stream flow, a geologic fault, or meteoric impact.

Tabular (form): A tabular crystal has two wide sides resulting in a flat crystal which may be double terminated. 

Transmitter (form): A transmitter crystal has two seven-sided facets with two perfect triangles between them. 

Tumbled (form): Refers to stones that have been polished in a large drum with grit, resulting in a smooth and often shiny stone.

Vitreous Luster: A shine like that of glass.

Vogal Wand (form): A crystal with specially created, indented facets with specific angles down the sides of a quartz wand. 

Wand (form): A crystal in the shape of a wand, either naturally occurring or artificially cut. 

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Revised 30 September 2017

Korean Dramas || Megapost

[So my friends Kristen and Tatiana recently got into Korean dramas. I’ve seen well over 20 so far, so I decided to make a list for them and others; all with summaries and links.]

  1. Sungkyunkwan Scandal: Yoon Hee takes her brother’s identity and tries to find odd jobs to support her family during the Chosun Dynasty. She starts taking exams for scholars trying to get into the prestigious Sungkyunkwan University but is discovered by a morally upright Sun Joon, who threatens to turn her in. Thinking she is a boy, Sun Joon convinces her to take the exam and she is accepted into the school, where she befriends some mischievous students. But how long can she keep her true identity a secret?
  2. Arang and the Magistrate: The beautiful Arang, the daughter of a magistrate during the Chosun Dynasty, is brutally murdered. The woman returns from the dead as a ghost, still full of light-hearted mischief and spirited fun. When she meets a young magistrate, Eun Oh, she discovers that he has the unique ability to communicate with the dead. She convinces him to help her uncover her killer and bring the person to justice. Can a ghost and a magistrate team up to solve a murder mystery and punish the wrongdoer?
  3. My Princess: An ordinary college student, Lee Seol, finds out she’s a princess. The grandson of Daehan Group, Park Hae Young, is put in charge of educating Seol on proper etiquette. However, Hae Young is put in a precarious situation when he finds himself drawn to Seol, the girl who will take away his inheritance if the monarchy is restored.
  4. What Star/Planet Are You From?: Seung Hee, after losing his girlfriend in a tragic accident, left for 3 years. When he came back, he sought to make a film in a rural area. Someone caught his eye – Bok Shil, who looks exactly like his deceased girlfriend, Hye Soo. Seung Hee followed Bok Shil in order to get some answers, and ended up falling for her. Still the questions remain, is he attracted to Bok Shil because of the memories of his ex-girlfriend, or does he like Bok Shil for who she is? What happens when competitors come into the picture and families opposing their love?
  5. City Hunter: The story takes place in Seoul, 2011. Lee Yoon Sung is a talented MIT-graduate who works on the international communications team in the Blue House. He plans revenge on five politicians who caused his father’s death with his surrogate father Lee Jin Pyo and eventually becomes a “City Hunter.”
  6. My Girlfriend is a Gumiho: On one day after Cha Dae Woong ran away from his grandfather, he accidently freed a nine-tailed fox who was closed in a painting for about 500 years. He didn’t realize what he has done, until the Gumiho (nine-tailed fox),who took the form of a beautiful woman, appeared in front of him. Dae Woong was really frightened that he ran away from her and fell on the riverbank.Since he was severely injured, Gumiho came to save him and gave him her most precious bead to share with him the mystic fox’ strength, as she owes him her freedom. Gumiho then asked him if he can help her become human and how to act like one. In return, she allowed him to use her bead for him to shoot for his dream action movie despite his body’s severe condition. As time goes by, their mutual relationship grew deeper as they start to fall for each other.
  7. Full House: Han Ji Eun is a naive writer who got swindled out of everything she owned including her house by her best friends. Stranded in China, She managed to borrow money from an actor Lee Young Jae to return to Korea. On her return, she found out that her house was bought by Lee Young Jae. In an attempt to get her possessions back, she entered in a contract marriage with Young Jae for one year. In spite of losing all, Ji Eun manages to be cheerful and takes things in strike and the business relationship between the two becomes personal as they start to rely and care for each other. Based on a popular manhwa of the same title.
  8. Brilliant Legacy/Shining InheritanceWhen Eun Sung loses everything, she is given a second chance because of her pure heart. She and her autistic brother are thrown out of the house by their stepmother when their father is believed to have died in an accident. Then her brother wanders off and gets lost. One day, when she helps an old woman who is injured, the old lady rewards her by making Eun Sung heir to her food company, displacing her grandson, Woo Hwan. Can Eun Sung find her brother and the life she is meant to lead?
  9. Creating Destiny: Han Sang Eun emigrated to Australia with her family at a young age. Years later, she has completed her law studies in the United States and plans to marry her American boyfriend. Her dad, however, is strongly opposed to their union and has set his heart on her marrying Kim Yeo Joon, the son of his best friend. Sang Eun finds herself exiled to Korea, where she reluctantly teams up with the equally uninterested Yeo Joon to devise a plan that will allow them to avoid their impending marriage.
  10. The Greatest Love: Ae Jung was once the most popular member of girl band The National Treasure Girls. However 10 years ago the band broke up and she received most of the blame. Despite her warm personality her career has suffered ever since and she now spends her time fighting for air time on variety shows. Dokko Jin is a top movie star at the height of his career. The two meet and become involved in each other’s careers. Yoon Pil Joo is a doctor of oriental medicine who has no interest in the entertainment industry but agrees to make a dating show. Dokko Jin helps get Ae Jung a role on a new reality show called Couple Making. Pil Joo is the bachelor being set up on Couple Making. Both men fall for Ae Jung both off and on the screen.
  11. You’re Beautiful: The management company of the idol group A.N.JELL insisted on adding a new singer to the group as the lead vocal, Tae Kyung’s voice was hurting. However,the new member, Mi Nam, had to go to the States to repair a botched eye job just before signing the contract. His agent came up with the idea of having his twin sister, Mi Nyu,to stand in for him and pretend that she was her brother. The two of them grew up in an orphanage and Mi Nyu, who was all set to become a nun, agreed to this charade as she didn’t want to spoil her brother’s chance of fame which would make it easier to look for their mother.
  12. Boys Over Flowers: Jan Di is an average girl whose family owns a dry cleaning store located near the luxurious and well known Shin Hwa High School. After saving a boy from jumping off the roof of Shin Hwa High School, Jan Di is admitted into the school on a swimming scholarship. At school, Jan Di tries to avoid confrontation with the four richest and most spoiled boys known as the F4, because she knows what happens to those that stand against them. However, when Jan Di’s friend, Oh Min Ji, accidentally gets ice cream on the leader of the F4’s shoes, she’s forced to declare war on the leader of the F4, Goo Joon Pyo. What will happen though, when she falls in love with someone from the F4 and Goo Joon Pyo starts feeling something for her too? Will the love triangle disrupt F4 and change their lives forever? Get ready for addictive drama, romance and comedy at it best.
  13. Protect the Boss: The plucky Eun Seol has a tough time landing a good job with mediocre credentials and wrestles with unemployment. When she finally gets hired as a secretary at a major conglomerate, she wants to do well at all costs and keep her job. But she doesn’t realize that the chairman’s nephew has hired her to work for the chairman’s son, Ji Heon, to try to undermine him and take over the company. As she falls in love with her eccentric new boss, she is determined to protect him from his ruthless family.
  14. Playful Kiss: “Mischievous Kiss” is a romantic-comedy covering the romance between Baek Seung-Jo, an arrogant young man with a genius IQ, and Oh Ha-Ni, a ditzy young woman who gets poor grades, but whose heart is as powerful as Seung-Jo’s mind. The series is based off from a Taiwanese drama and a Japanese manga book. It is call “It Started With a Kiss.” It is about a girl in F class that falls in love with an A class boy. She liked him since the first year of high school. Once, she decided to tell him she likes him but was rejected. So the story continues about the girl who keeps chasing after the boy she loves.
  15. Heirs: The world at your feet and the weight of the world on your shoulders. Children of the super-elite class bear the burden of success as they are being groomed as heirs to their family business empires despite only being in high school. Kim Tan is the arrogant and self-centered heir to the Empire Group, a family conglomerate business. But he lives under the constant shadow of his older half-brother, Kim Won, who is already an accomplished young executive in the family business. Despite being betrothed to the equally wealthy and equally haughty Rachel Yoo, a hotel heiress, Tan falls in love with Cha Eun Sang, the daughter of his family’s housekeeper. Eun Sang and her best friend, Yoon Chan Young, the son of Empire Group’s secretary, did not grow up like their families’ employer did, but they get embroiled in their lives nonetheless. Eun Sang gets caught in a love triangle with Tan and Choi Young Do, the condescending heir to a luxury resort conglomerate while Chan Young falls in love with Tan’s ex-girlfriend, Lee Bo Na, the socialite daughter of a major entertainment executive. Can a romance survive between the haves and the have-nots?
  16. Flower Boy Ramyun Shop: Eun Bi’s greatest desire is to become a high school teacher and is preparing to take the teacher certification exam during her last year of college. But whether she’s in the bathroom crying over a boyfriend, in the street almost being run over by a car, at a university festival, or a teaching event at a high school, Eun Bi keeps running into the mysterious Chi Soo. Then the two end up working at the same ramen shop. Can the chance encounters be more than just pure coincidence?
  17. To the Beautiful You/Hana Kimi: A high school girl will do anything to meet and get close to a boy she idolizes. Jae Hee is in love with Tae Joon, a pole-jumping gold medalist. She discovers that he attends high school at an all-boys’ school, so she cuts her hair and pretends to be a boy to be admitted to the school. But she soon learns that trying to blend in with the boys and keep her true identity a secret are no easy tasks. How long can she keep up the ruse, and will it all be worth the effort in the end?
  18. Goong/Princess Hours: Goong is a story about young love in face of tradition, politics, and intrigue. In the imaginary world, modern-day Korea is a constitutional monarchy and the Royal Family lives in a grand Palace, the Goong. Story opens with the sudden death of the reigning the King. Faced with the decreasing popularity among the public for the Royalty, a grand wedding for the Crown Prince, Lee Shin, is decided to be the best publicity move to improve the image of the Royalty and at the same time prepare Shin for immediate succession. The intended bride? The headstrong, awkward, and sweet spirited Shin Chae Kyung that just happens to go to the same exclusive art school. Chae Kyung was betrothed to become the next Crown Princess by her grandfather and Shin’s grandfather. After 14 years of living in England with his mom, Lee Yul appears all of a sudden. He is Shin’s cousin as well as the former Crown Prince. Everything seemed to be going normally until Chae Kyung’s optimistic spirit wins the heart of internally lonely, Yul. As the Crown Prince Shin and simple-minded Chae Kyung’s relationship appear to developing deeper feelings, a series of scandals are exposed to the public right after the pair were officially announced married. Will love prevail all in a world of political pressures and martial hardships? Or will being in the spotlight of the public be too much for the young newlyweds to endure?
  19. 49 Days: Shin Ji Hyun was enjoying absolute bliss as she was about to marry her fiancé, Kang Min Ho, but her perfect life is shattered when she gets into a car accident that leaves her in a coma. She is given a second chance at life by a reaper, but it comes with a condition: she has to find three people outside of her family who would cry genuine tears for her. In order to do this, she borrows the body of Yi Kyung, a part-time employee at a convenience store for 49 days.
  20. Cinderella’s Sister: Since a young age, Eun-jo has learned to trust no one and live strong on her own. Used to being dragged from one broken home to another by her manipulative, money-grubbing mother, Eun-jo doesn’t know what to make of her mother’s latest catch Dae-sung, the solemn head of a traditional rice wine brewery. Both Dae-sung and his daughter, bubbly spoiled princess Hyo-sun, warmly welcome wary young Eun-jo into their sprawling home, and treat her with a kindness that she simply can’t stomach. Instead, she forms a bond with brewery staff Ki-hoon, the first person to see past her tough act, and it is his betrayal that will hurt the most. However, Dae-sung’s genuine kindness to her eventually melts Eun-jo’s defenses, and she learns to trust and love her stepfather. Naive Hyo-sun, meanwhile, stubbornly seeks affection at every turn, only to slowly realize she’s losing Ki-hoon and everything else in her life to her cold stepsister. Eight years later, Jung-woo reappears in Eun-jo’s life, a boy she used to treat as her little brother who is now a young man determined to win her heart. Reluctant sisters Eun-jo and Hyo-sun both experience angst and rivalry, as their polar-opposite personalities and love-hate relationship bring them through many ups and downs from adolescence to adulthood.
  21. Fireworks: Shin Na Ra, a woman who is almost thirty welcomes her boyfriend of seven years back from his business trip. On their anniversary he tells her that he not only had an affair, but fell in love with another woman. Thus their relationship is no more. To make herself feel better, Na Ra drinks a large amount of alcohol and unknowingly dropped the ring her ex-boyfriend gave her into a shot glass of soju. A stranger, In-Jae, drinks the shot without seeing the ring and both of them end up in the hospital. To support herself, Na Ra pretends to be her 20 years old sister in order to work as a cosmetic clerk at Mi-Rae (the woman her ex-boyfriend fell in love with)’s shop but fate has brought In-Jae to the shop to. Thus began their surprising journey of love, where In-Jae is in love with Mi-Rae too.
  22. Secret Garden: This drama chronicles the love story of Gil Ra-im and Kim Joo-won. Gil Ra-im is a poor but proud stuntwoman who has supported herself since her father’s death. Her dream is to be a stuntwoman for an international film. Joo-won is an arrogant and eccentric CEO who maintains the image of seeming perfection. Their accidental meeting, when Joo-won mistakes Ra-im for actress Park Chae-rin, marks the beginning of a tense, bickering relationship, through which Joo-won tries to hide his growing attraction to Ra-im that both confuses and disturbs him. To complicate matters further, a strange sequence of events results in them swapping bodies. However, even after they swap their bodies back, feelings continue to grow for both of them.
  23. My Lovely Sam Soon: Kim Sam Soon is a baker who has a talent in making pastries and cakes. On Christmas Eve, she caught her boyfriend, Min Hyun Woo, cheating on her and breaks up on the same night. On that same night, she accidentally went into the men’s restroom and met Hyun Jin Hun, a somewhat callous fellow but sometimes considerate guy. By sheer coincidence, Jin Hun needs a baker for his restaurant Bon Appetit and Sam Soon is unemployed. Sam Soon is hired as the restaurant’s chief baker and the two fights like cat and dog. Nevertheless, they started to have feeling for each other and Sam Soon agreed to post as Jin Hun’s girlfriend so his mother would leave him alone. Things got complicated when Jin Hun’s ex-girlfriend Yoo Hee Jin came back from the States intending to win him back.

You can find all of these on dramafever, hulu, netflix and/or crunchyroll. :) Enjoy!

Icarus: so there’s a boy, I know - you probably know the story, told a million times but this one’s different, this one is real. so there’s a boy, with the most beautiful eyes - really bright, really really blue, like the sky on the hottest day of the summer, a day so hot you can’t even wear your shirt because it feels like molten wax on your back - so you get the idea yeah? so there’s a boy, brilliant and shining, with brown skin - no wait, bronze skin, yeah bronze, like the soft color of autumn leaves that glisten in the last stray sunlight and his hair, oh god, he wears it short and it’s the softest hair I ever touched - there’s no color to describe it, blond would be too flat, brown too hard - I’d dare to say it’s golden, yeah, golden like the sun when it sets on the horizon just before dawn finally breaks the night. and so, this boy - you’re still with me? this boy, god, he’s like everything, like, I look at him and suddenly I can’t speak, I can’t breath and he’s like an interplanetary magnetic field and I feel myself drawn towards him, like I have no control over my own body as soon as he’s around. I look at him and suddenly my throat dries out and I - I feel lost inside my skin, totally and utterly useless because my bones shift inside of me and my lungs keep collapsing but every time I try to talk to him or try to get close to him my legs are failing, my voice betrays me. my body paralyzed as if I’m falling and my wings are already on bright fire, flapping shreds around me and he smiles and smiles and smiles -

(Icarus: I wish I could just go and ask him if he loves me, but I’m already falling and I fear the impact that will crash my bones)

- Icarus’ Fall | r.m

anonymous asked:

Imagine Thor makes Steve feel so smol and Steve loves it....

It starts out innocently enough. It wasn’t Steve’s fault that he has a bad habit of falling off of things that are hundreds of feet in the air. Normally, Sam’s there to catch him (and then lecture him), so it only makes sense that when a blast from a ray gun blows Steve off of a Hydra base in Ohio that Sam’s nowhere to be found.

Just when he starts to think well, shit, he finds himself enveloped in a pair of strong warm arms. Thor’s strong, warm arms to be exact.

“Uh-” Steve says when he can breathe again after a moment, but Thor’s just looking down at him smiling with sparkling eyes.

“You must be more careful, Captain,” Thor tells him. Then like Steve weighs nothing more than a feather he sets him gently down on his feet.

Steve wills himself not to blush and says, “thanks.” As he watches Thor dart off into the heat of the battle he starts to think well, shit all over again.

Steve hasn’t felt small in over 70 years. He didn’t much like it then, but now it’s almost thrilling. He absolutely refuses to think too deeply about why. Steve didn’t realize that Thor would be strong enough to pick him up like he’s a doll, but now that he knows it’s almost all he can think about. He knows that you can’t just walk up to a guy and ask, ‘hey, think you could pick me up?’ so he just has to get a little creative. Steve can do creative. He’s an artist after all.

He decides his best course of action is to become the world’s most annoying and oblivious human-obstruction. He blocks Thor’s way all the time, hoping that the guy will eventually just get fed up enough and move him out of the way. Steve doesn’t take into account just how polite both he and Thor are, so after a few tries he goes back to the drawing board. Of course, that’s when his plan works.

They have just gotten back from a mission. Steve hurts everywhere. Lately when he’s wanted a distraction he’s put on headphones and wandered around the tower listening to music as loud as it can go, so that’s what he decides to do. He finds himself parked in front of the fridge thinking too much about the ‘what ifs’ of today’s mission and not enough about what he wants to eat. He doesn’t even hear Thor come up behind him, he doesn’t even know that Thor’s there at all until he’s being lifted up by two hands around his waist.

Steve screams and throws both his phone and headphones across the room. Thor starts laughing before he even sets Steve down. “My sincerest apologies. I thought you knew I was there,” Thor manages between laughs.

Steve’s red-faced and sputtering. “I did NOT!”

“I promise to warn you next time, then.” And oh god, now Steve’s red-faced for a different reason. He doesn’t even think of a good response before he flees.

Sparring with Thor is always an adventure, and this time’s no different. Steve gets an elbow jabbed into Thor’s stomach, really thinking that he’s got the upper-hand. Thor leans forward as if he’s going to charge head on at Steve but instead just picks him up and throws him over his shoulder.

“Ah!” Steve yelps. Thor walks them both backwards into a padded wall of the gym. “What did you do that for?”

“Because you like it,” Thor says, easy as anything with that brilliant smile of his shining across his face. “Am I correct in my assumption?”

“Well- uh- yes.”

“You like me as well?” Thor asks, raising his eyebrow. He slides Steve down his body so Steve can wrap his legs around Thor’s middle. Oh god, Steve’s so red he’s going to die. “In a way where you’d like to kiss me.”

“Thor, just kiss me then,” he grits, because this is just too damn much for the moment. His entire body is the color of a lobster.

Luckily, Thor does.

scorpios are flooding with compassion. but it can be difficult for them to summon this internal empathy when they see people make no effort to help themselves first. scorpios know what it’s like to self destruct, and they know that in the end nobody can save you but yourself - this is why they are so brilliant at shining a light on people’s potent internal personal powers

Welcome to dailyvicturi’s ‘Fic of the Month’ post! On the 1st of every month, we will choose a fanfic to feature on our blog. The fic and author will get an aesthetic graphic, a review of their fic, and a place on our ‘Hall of Fame’.


Be My Sex Coach, Victor! by lucycamui (@lucycamui)


Yuuri Katsuki has always been his own worst critic, and a series of unfortunate short-lived relationships has him convinced that he flubs things more in the bedroom than out on the ice. So, of course it would turn out that the ridiculously charming Russian he’s matched with online is a pornstar.

But perhaps, a ‘professional opinion’ is exactly what Yuuri needs…


One of the things I vowed to do this year was read more WIP fics. Usually I download completed fics to my tablet and read them that way, but I realized that I was missing out on a lot of great works because they were WIP fics. Plus, I think all writers can agree that WIP fics sometimes don’t get as much attention as they deserve, because fandom is sometimes afraid of reading them. 

That’s originally why I picked up Be My Sex Coach, Victor! I wanted to practice what I preached and read a WIP fic, and the summary of this one seemed like a great one to start off with. 

And boy, was I right.

This fic is absolutely hysterical. Yuuri thinks that he’s bad in bed, to the point where he considers himself a hopeless case. Phichit doesn’t agree, and to prove it signs Yuuri up for a dating app, one where he is matched with a gorgeous Russian named Victor Nikiforov. Yuuri is a little intimidated at first, but Victor turns out to be charming and nice as can be. They get along well and go on a first date that starts off well enough, but ends in disaster when an awkward sexual encounter sours the night. 

Yuuri thinks that he can never face Victor again after it, but Phichit has other plans. Victor is not only cute and into Yuuri, he’s also a pornstar, and therefore must know how to have good sex. Why not hire him to teach Yuuri the ins and outs? He’s hesitant at first, but his desire to up game outweighs the awkwardness. And that’s how Victor the pornstar becomes Victor the sex coach. 

I don’t know where to even begin when it comes to a fic as great as this one. The comical aspects of it are top notch. The entirely of chapter two had me reeling with laughter, and I literally could not put it down. Maybe it’s because of the brilliant writing style used in the first part (both Victor and Yuuri are telling the story of their sexual encounter gone wrong to Chris and Phichit), or maybe it’s because of the fact that you want to feel bad for Victor and Yuuri, but you just can’t get yourself to. Their antics are way too hilarious. Either way, it makes for a fun, brilliant fic that shines all the way through, and will continue to shine as it updates. 

I hope that everyone will give this fic a read, and keep up with commenting on the new chapters. It truly is a perfect fic. 

Ultra Wormholes, Ultra Megaopolis & Ultra Recon Squad

In Pokémon Ultra Sun and Pokémon Ultra Moon, you can explore the various worlds that lie through these Ultra Wormholes. Within an Ultra Wormhole, there are countless warp holes that lead to different worlds. Try exploring different worlds by passing through these warp holes! You can even go to the home worlds of the mysterious Ultra Beasts!

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- That’s the first thing Ahsoka sees when Anakin emerges from the underbrush.

 His brilliant blue eyes, shining in the darkness. And she breathes a sigh of relief. He’s okay. He can still be reached. 

She was so worried; it’s taken her way too long to get to this place. But it turns out she’s not too late after all. 

He can still be saved. -

From ch. 4 of this little jewel “We shall all be healed” by  @flaminganakin

Her story, which i just can’t seem to get enough, can be found here

Nessian Training One Shot

Enough was enough.

And Cassian had had enough.

She was sitting across from him, picking idly at a plate of scones, her tea untouched at her side as she flipped through a book. Her knees were crossed beneath her pale blue dress, her hair pulled into its usual tight bun. She looked unfairly beautiful, he admitted as he gazed at her, palms resting flat against the table.

Nesta Archeron did not even deign to look up at him as she said, “If you want something to stare at, you could try a window or a mirror any manner of glass surfaces—I’m sure you’ve become good at it by now.”

His jaw ticked.

This was a waiting game.

Cassian knew he was going to lose—the question was how was he going to lose. Would he break by baiting her, by calling for back up in the form of Azriel or Feyre, or by leaving altogether?

Each time he found himself alone with Nesta, he fought the same battle—and each time, he lost. Connecting with Nesta was like fighting an uphill battle, knee-deep in mud, with a toothpick in his hands rather than a sword. But at the top of the rise, he could see it…not a brilliant, shining gold, because that would never be Nesta. But perhaps the cool, serene blue glow of a woman who loved her sister so fiercely she’d have charged into battle armed with a toothpick herself if it meant Elain was safe. And not only safe, but happy.

In this world, and the next. The words echoed through his head. He’d thought about them constantly from the moment he’d said them—and there was no part of him that could chalk those words up to remorse at the thought of his death, or the fire of battle addling his mind. He’d spoken those words and meant each and every syllable that had fallen from his tongue that day and landed between them.

But Nesta hadn’t kicked aside that declaration, or stonily ignored it…she’d picked up those words and held them to her as she’d crawled toward him—crawled, she had crawled to his body that day, it had to have meant something, far within the walls that she’d erected around her heart.

“Train with me.”


“You realize that you say ‘no’ every time I ask,” he said, “and I continue to badger you. Why do you think that is?”
“Because you’re an irritating, arrogant male who lets his sword do his thinking for him.”

“Which one?” Cassian cocked her a grin, ignoring the side-eye glare that she shot at him. But then her expression—well, it didn’t soften, so much as fall, and her face became an icy, blank wall once more. “Train with me.”


“I’ll keep asking until you say yes.”

“Is that how you seek to spend an immortal life?” Her stormy eyes were flat and cold as she gave him a deliberate look, her mouth twisted into a familiar frown. “By pestering me and receiving the same answer each time you ask the same question?”

Cassian leaned forward. “I’d gladly spend the rest of my immortal life with you, Nesta Archeron. Pestering is, perhaps, not the activity I’d most enjoy, but if it meant using the time I’ve been given with you, I’ll accept it as a gift. In whatever form that comes in.”
Nesta narrowed her eyes, and he knew that she was mulling over those words. Time. Time, time. The time I’ve been given. I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.

“Why?” she demanded, finally setting down her books. “Why me, Cassian, five hundred years and you chose to obsess over me—“

“I do not think it was necessarily a choice,” he cut in quietly. “But I am damn grateful that it—whatever it is—picked you. And I only wish that you could see just how strong I believe that you are, because I don’t think that you truly know how deep that strength goes.”

There was a long, drawn out silence. She was utterly still, motionless and quiet and as immovable and graceful and cold as a statue. And when Cassian began to chalk up his latest defeat, his knees sinking deeper into the mud, that toothpick snapping, Nesta said finally, “Show me.”


He flew her to the mountains surrounding Velaris—the House of Wind was beginning to feel too cluttered, with Feyre, Rhys, Mor, and the quiet, unspoken drama between Elain, Lucien, and Azriel.

Nesta’s body was warm and soft in his arms, and as much as he tried to think about which areas of her body she would need to build with muscle, which areas she would need to strengthen, his mind persistently wandered back to the feel of his hands against her thighs, her back, the sensation of her arms around him.

She was silent as he flew, and he wondered—just a little—if she was thinking of his body, too. So he shoved back that hesitant question and grinned at her, “Enjoying your ride?”

Nesta Archeron did not dignify his comment with a response, but the withering glare she shot him coaxed a chuckle from his lips.

Cassian banked then, aiming for a small clearing that was isolated enough to discourage interruptions, but easily defendable, should they encounter any unwanted surprises. He doubted they would, but it was too soon after Hybern, too soon after watching the Cauldron vaporize half of his soldiers, to begin taking any sorts of risk—at least, not with Nesta.

Never with Nesta.

Maybe that was why he was so desperate to train her—so that he would never again have to see her crawling for him, even when he couldn’t save her…maybe it was because he needed to know that if that time ever came again, she would be able to defend herself and wouldn’t have to rely on him, wouldn’t have to see him fail her as he almost had that day—

He landed with perhaps a bit too much moment, savoring the feeling of Nesta’s arms tightening around him as she bit back a gasp—a sound that he might have missed, were it not for their proximity, the way her chest was pressed against his. “Was that too hard for you?” Cassian asked, thoroughly enjoying the way her head snapped toward him like a viper preparing to strike.

But she only disentangled herself from his arms and took a single step away, crossing her arms as he gazed at her. She’d slipped on the Illyrian leathers she’d worn during the final leg of that war, and he couldn’t help but admire the way they fit her perfectly, how she was slender and small compared to his bulk—

“What now?”

Cassian smirked and procured two pads that he slipped his hands into. “Hit me.”

“Repeat that.”

“Hit me?”

For the first time since he’d met her, Nesta almost smirked. And then she lunged, her fist slamming into those pads over and over again. Her form was off, her technique sloppy and untested, but Cassian didn’t dare interrupt her as those punches ceased being taunts, and became…necessary.

He didn’t know whose faces she saw when she threw her entire body weight into those punches, when the slim, cool sword of her strength became brutal and untested wrath. But Cassian said nothing. He let her strike the pads with blow after blow, until her face gleamed with sweat in the late afternoon light, the sound of her grunts and flesh meeting leather filling the air between them.

Only when she’d uttered a quiet roar of pure rage and taken a step back, did Cassian lower his hands. His palms ached somewhat from where her punches had hit hard and the impact had rippled from the pads to his skin.

In those Illyrian leathers, her face drawn with anger and violence, her normally-severe bun fraying where hairs had become unstuck, Nesta was a goddess of death. Witch, they’d called her. They didn’t know the half of it, he realized, staring at the queen before him. In that instant, Cassian wished to get on his knees before her, to bow and revel in her presence, and then ravish her in the way that queens ought to be ravished. His throat felt thick as he began to comprehend all of the layers that hid the female before him—how high she had built those walls, how thick she’d made them, so that no one, not even her sisters, could get through them.

But Cassian was an Illyrian, and Illyrians had wings—and he would not go through those walls, or force her to bring them down. No, he would soar up and over them, and land in the courtyard of fire or blood or water that she had created for herself. And there he would stand, beside her. And there he would stay.

Cassian said none of these things as he gazed at her. Instead, he murmured, “Do you see it?”

Nesta offered the barest dip of her chin. Her voice did not waver as she replied, “I think that I am beginning to.”


They remained in that small meadow for the remainder of the afternoon, until the sun slipped beyond the sea and cast its glimmering orange rays over the shadow-stained grasses they stood in.

“Keep your weight balanced,” Cassian had ordered through the hours. “Straighten your back. Bend your knees. Don’t curl your thumb beneath your knuckles!”

Nesta hadn’t obeyed so much as weighed his commands, decided that she agreed with them, and then followed the instruction. But she was still here, fighting to see the raw strength that ebbed and flowed from her like waves in a pool of stars, and for Cassian that was good enough. It was as if someone had plucked the toothpick from his fingers, replaced it with a sword, replaced the mud with flat, even ground, and wiped away half of his enemies. And rather than fighting for her, it was as if he were fighting with her, and she was on the other side of that field, slaughtering her way through her own demons to get to him—

He didn’t dare let himself hope to soundly, even as she huffed a short breath when he said, “That’s enough for this evening.”

Crickets were singing in the bushes, and a single glance at the sky told Cassian that they would have none but the stars and each other for company if they stayed here for much longer. So he held out his arms, and Nesta did not bother to shoot him a waspish glance as she allowed herself to be scooped into his grasp.

He tried to stifle the growl of approval rising within him as he smelled her warm, sweat-tinged scent—he couldn’t say what it was about it that drove him out of his mind, but he wanted…gods, he wanted her. In all of her sharp-tongued, glaring glory. He kept this to himself as well as he lifted his wings and shot into the sky, the cool, jasmine-scented breeze coaxing him into a smooth glide as they soared over the treetops.

“Cassian,” began Nesta over the faint hum of the wind. His name on her lips, Cauldron boil him, he nearly fell from the sky. “Tomorrow. We’re going back tomorrow.”

For an instant, Cassian debated saying back, I’m the General Commander, I can’t simply drop my duties for the sake of one viper-like female, now can I? But the words wouldn’t come, because he was a jester and a comedian and a warrior, but Cassian wasn’t a liar. For Nesta Archeron, he’d fight that uphill battle, even if meant having only a toothpick to guard him.

And this, that gesture—

Cassian didn’t hide his smile as he replied, “Of course, Nes.” And realized that maybe, just maybe, he had flown over another wall.

This one shot was requested to me a while ago, and I am so sorry I didn’t manage to finish it until now. Worse still, I don’t even remember who requested it, I am so sorry lovely, this is what happens when you are scrolling through Tumblr and trying to listen to your mom. But to whomever requested this, here it is; I hope you like it, and I’m sorry it took so long. This was difficult to write because I am one of the rares who doesn’t ship Nessian (I know, I know, I’m soulless), but I hope you like it anyway :)

anonymous asked:

Hey 😃Maybe a Bellarke Fic were something dramatic has just happened and they go back to their room and suddenly everything is silent and calm and they clean each other's wounds? Maybe in cannonverse ? Your blog is amazing and you are a blessing thank you

Omg thank you :’) I’m sorry it took me forever to get to this but I hope you like it. Not TOTALLY sure if the title is 100% applicable but it’s super bellarkey anyway so. ALSO! This is 4x06 spec

Hello Love, My Invincible Friend


Fandom: The 100
Pairing: Bellarke
Rating: G, I guess
Words: 1,441

On her forehead there’s a slash from which blood trickles in a steady flow into Clarke’s eye. She feels a bruise blossoming across her cheekbone. Her head pounds in her temples and between her brows, a sharp ache that rears its ugly head with each second that passes.

But Clarke has jumped hundreds of feet into violent waters. She’s opened her own stitches and slit her skin to cut deals. She wrestled a damn jaguar and survived.

She’s dealt with worse.

Bellamy has too, but that doesn’t quell the fear bubbling in Clarke’s gut like a waking volcano when she looks at him now.

His jacket is thrown onto the bed, leaving him with only his t-shirt to veil the gash sliced along his bicep. Blood drips in a curtain down his arm, staining the fabric of his shirt and falling in thick drops to the floor. With his opposite hand, Bellamy tries rolling up his sleeve to get a better look at the damage. When he fumbles, frustrated, Clarke crosses the room to help him.

It’s the first time since Trikru attacked them on their way to Becca’s lab that Clarke has seen the injury, and when she does, she can’t help the shallow breath she sucks in. Bellamy tenses. Clarke knows the blood makes it look worse than it actually is, but even so, she can tell slapping a band aid on this one won’t fix it.

Over the lump in her throat, she says “I need to clean this,” and hurries to the attached bathroom to wet a cloth. “And stitch it.” She grabs her first aid kit from their traveling bag. “And probably amputate it.”


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“In your trailer? Without locking the door?”

Request: an imagine/one-shot where youre blowing ethan and emma walks in on you guys and gets mad at him because she doesn’t like you since she’s best friends with brielle and your ethans new girl


“You’re kinda hot when you’re doing the whole Carl Gallagher thing,” I told Ethan as we walked back to his trailer. He reached for my hand, looking down at me with a side smile. Ethan had a habit of talking and smiling from the side of his mouth. It was a very beautiful habit, if you ask me. Maybe even the most beautiful.

“Is that so?” his eyes were still on me as we walked.

My hand came up to block the sunshine so I could get a better look at him. His smile was radiant, almost as bright as the brilliant sun shining down at us.

“Yes, although I’m personally more of a Lip girl to be honest,” my voice tone couldn’t stay serious, but somehow I managed to keep a neutral expression.

Ethan rolled his eyes, his smile never faltered. A huge part of me was very grateful that Ethan and I had the same sense of humor. It really made it feel like I was dating my best friend. I looked at our hands that swung back and forth, then my eyes wandered around the lot seeing all the different trailers, equipment and people.

It was only the second day of filming for the new season, so it was still very fascinating seeing all the behind the scenes work that went into the show. My eyes stopped roaming when I made eye contact with Emma, her eyes focused on my face before narrowing at me and Ethan’s attached hands. Out of impulse I dropped his hand and brought my arm back down to my side.

I knew I wasn’t obligated to let go of his hand, I could hold his hand whenever I wanted to, because he was my boyfriend. However, I couldn’t help the guilt that I felt. The fact that Emma didn’t like me and Ethan dating was acceptable, I couldn’t care less what she thought of Ethan’s and I relationship. It was the fact that she was genuinely upset at Ethan, which of course saddened Ethan. I didn’t want to make things worse between them.

“What’s wrong babe?” his eyebrows were furrowed, and his head was slightly tilted.

“Nothing,” I responded quickly, not looking at him directly.

Before he could say something I exclaimed, “I’ll race you,” nodding towards his trailer.

He looked at me puzzled for a few moments before responding, “You’re on”.

With that we sped off, my legs jetted to his trailer as fast as I could. We were pretty even for the most part until Ethan pushed me slightly, setting him in front of me. He looked so carefree, his laugh was as loud as ever, he ran like a child with his hands out to his sides. I couldn’t get over his big smile. As we approached the trailer, it was clear that Ethan was the winner.

He touched the outside of his door, “I won!”

I laughed at his excitement, both of us were breathing heavily, trying to catch our breaths. He swung the door open, plopping on the small couch set off to the corner.

“Wow, I really need to start working out more,” Ethan chuckled, our breathing was calmer but I could tell he was really tired, as was I. He patted the spot next to him, motioning for me to sit. I copied his actions and plopped besides him. My head rested on his shoulder, his arms automatically wrapped around my waist, bringing me even closer to his body.

He sighed contently, “thank you for keeping me company today, I would have been really bored and lonely without you…”

His fingers trailed up and down my arms, sending shivers down my spine. My body reacted to the simplest, smallest touch from him.

“Thank’s for letting me come, I got to see the love of my life” my eyes closed, and I plastered a smile on my face.

“The love of your life?” he sounded genuinely confused.

“Jeremy…” I joked. While Jeremy was an amazing actor and person and Lip was a good character, Ethan and I had an inside joke about my love for Lip and Jeremy.

“Oh…Yeah, he is pretty hot huh?” Ethan chuckled softly, drawing small circles on my arm.

“The actor that plays Carl is pretty hot too, don’t you think?” he whispered, I could sense a smirk on his face. Ethan’s mouth was close to my ear, I could feel his breath against my skin.

I pulled away from his grasp leaving a puzzled expression on his face, he opened his mouth to say something but stopped once he realized what I was doing. In a bold move, I climbed onto his lap, settling my body on top of his. My hands tangled themselves into his curls, pulling his face closer to mine so that our foreheads touched and our lips brushed against each other.

“The hottest,” I murmured against his lips, his lips parted slightly, I had caught him off guard.

My mouth covered his own, he responded immediately, kissing back just as hard. His mouth was warm, his lips soft and pillowy. He tasted of mint and smelt of his signature cologne.

Once we parted, he rested his forehead on mine, “You invigorate me”.

I nuzzled my head into his neck and spoke against his skin, teasing him gently, “Someone swallowed a dictionary”

He deeply chuckled underneath me, I felt the vibration going through his chest. My mouth placed opened mouth kisses all over his neck, sucking harshly at his sweet spot. His hands that were firmly placed on my waist gripped harder. He rolled his head to the side, granting me more access to his exposed skin. I felt him harden a bit under me as I moved my hips, creating friction. He gasped when I moved faster against him, rocking my body back and forth. Small throaty moans came from Ethan, before he came too close to his orgasm, I climbed off of him, standing up.

His eyes shot open, full of concern, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“I’m okay Ethan. C'mon,” I placed my hands out for him, he took them, still confused, I pulled him up so he was standing in front of me.

My hands wrapped around his neck pulling him down so that our lips could meet once again, he placed his hands on the spot where my jawline meets my neck. My hands traveled down to his torso, lifting his shirt slightly so I could place my hands flat against his bare lower abdomen. One of my hands slid down to his tight jeans, that had gotten tighter as his erection grew. I palmed him through the rough material, causing his mouth to form an “O” shape. Since he broke the kiss, I took the opportunity to get on my knees.

I looked up at him to see him staring right back at me. The way he stared at me, so focused and amazed, brought butterflies to my stomach. My fingers traced down the line of his zipper, still maintaining eye contact with him. He flexed his hips, rasping, watching me. I pulled the zipper down, and popped the button.

I grabbed the sides of his jeans, tugging them down his legs so they pooled at his feet. He kicked them off while I leaned back, tying my hair in a ponytail. Once they were off, I brought myself back, pressing a small kiss on him through the thin fabric of his briefs. A small gasp came from him causing a small smile to form on my face, I liked knowing I could have an effect on him.

My fingers toyed with the band momentarily, trying to tease him as long as I could, he huffed above me.

“What, baby?” I made my tone as innocent as it could come out, tilting my head up at him.

“You’re being a tease,” his jaw was clenched. That’s when I decided that was enough teasing. For now.

My fingers slipped is the waistband and with one swift push they were down his legs. His erection sprang out, my hands wrapped around the base of his cock. I pressed a small kiss on the shaft and he shivered. I pumped him a few times from the base to the tip, once the precum started to leak from the tip, I dragged my tongue up the base, causing a few whimpers from Ethan. I gave a few more pumps before pressing my tongue flat along the underside of his shaft and wrapping my lips around his pink tip, lightly sucking, making his hips buck.

I took him in a little more, building the pace to where we could both handle it. I felt his hand come down to lift my chin to look up at him encouraging me to look at him.

“You’re amazing,” he said breathlessly. His words drove my want to please him, so I took more of him in my mouth. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were hooded.

I twirled my tongue around the tip, bobbing my head faster. One of my hands reached to grab the part that I didn’t have in my mouth, twisting my wrist while I stroked him. My other hand wandered all over his body, from gripping his hips, massaging his balls to pressing my fingernails into his thighs.

His hands wrapped around my ponytail, slowly pushing himself further into my mouth, creating the most delicious rhythm. Once he hit the back of my throat, I knew he was close. I opened my mouth letting him fall from my lips with a mixture of precum and saliva stringing from my lips.

“Come for me, baby” I coaxed him, receiving a throaty groan and rapid nods from Ethan.

I pumped him faster than ever, feeling him twitch in my palm. Quickly, I wrap my lips around him again. He looked down at me with hooded eyes, I looked at him through my eyelashes.

“F-fuck, I’m gonna come,” he tried to muster out. I swirled my tongue around him once more, feeling his cock throbbing.

Suddenly I heard a familiar voice yell, “Ethan!”

My actions came to a halt as I processed what was happening. I let him drop from my mouth and looked up at him, completely panicked, his expression mirrored mine as he looked for his pants.

“Oh my god. What the actual fuck?” Emma stood in front of us as Ethan attempted to cover himself and I stood up wiping my mouth.

Emma hides her eyes behind her hands, dropping whatever she had in her hand on the ground. Ethan found his pants and struggled to hurriedly put them back on.

“Wh- what? Ew. What the fuck. In your trailer? Without locking the door? What the fuck…” Emma stuttered but still managed to yell, uncovering her eyes and looking back and forth between us.

Ethan and I were left speechless, what could I have said in this situation to make it better? Ethan opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.

“Ethan, what the fuck?” She screamed again, her voice was full of anger, making me question why she would be angry if anything.

“First of all, you could have knocked. Second of all, why the fuck are you mad? Third of all, you have no right to come yell at me like that after not talking to me for months,” he stood in front of me, I could see his body tense. His voice raised a little more with each sentence.

“Well, I came over here to bring you your script that you left on the table and I figured that I might as well apologize,” her voice was filled with passive aggressiveness.

“Okay,” Ethan stayed neutral, probably waiting for her apology.

“But now that I see you’ve changed I don’t think I want to,” she said matter of factly.

He scrunched his face up in confusion, “How the fuck have I changed?”

“Where are your morals now?” she looked so satisfied with her argument, which was barely an argument.

Ethan was starting to become really agitated, but he kept calm and collected, “Okay, we both know why your acting like that and it has nothing to do with my morals”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, “ I really am glad that you and Brielle broke up now, because you’re such a dick”.

Finally she had said it, she finally revealed why she was so bitter towards me and Ethan, because Ethan had broken up with her best friend. I stepped closer to him, ready to calm him down. But first, I wanted him to say whatever he needed to get out.

“Trust me no one is more glad that we broke up than me,” he countered.

She pursed her lips and her eyes scanned me up and down. I raised my eyebrow at her, ready for her to say something to me so I could go off.

Ethan’s body tensed even more, his knuckles were white from the tight fist he made and his jaw was clenched, “Don’t even start, leave her out of this Emma”

She rolled her eyes, Ethan let out a sardonic laugh, “I actually thought that you and I could stay friends. But if you’re going to act like that, I don’t want that. Thanks for the script. You can leave now”.

I was proud of my boy for keeping his calm while Emma said unnecessary things to him. It hurt knowing Ethan had lost a friend but if she thought treating him like that was okay, then I guess it was a good thing.

He turned away from her, meeting my eyes. His usual bright blue eyes, were an icy grey. His blue eyes darkened to a grey shade depending on his mood. I met him halfway, as he extended his hand for me to grab. I gladly took it, grabbing his wrist with my free hand.

“Eth-” she started again, I turned around confused, thinking she had left.

Ethan kept her back towards her, without looking at her he interrupted, “Get the fuck out”.

I made eye contact with her, sending her a smirk. She looked defeated and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

“Are you okay?” I gently asked, he looked tired. I led us to the couch, resting my head back on his shoulder, he rested his head on top of mine.

“Yeah, are you?” he looked down at me, his eyes flickered all over my face.

I nodded, “Yeah”

“Wanna talk about it?” Ethan was good with communicating his feelings.

He shook his head, we stayed in a comfortable silence until he softly whispered, “Hey”


“I love you, you know that?

"Yeah. I love you too”

A little smut, a little plot. I wrote this really quickly because I could not stop thinking about this request! Thank you to whoever sent this in!

Oh! I don’t hate Emma, I’m sure she doesn’t act like that in real life but I wrote her like this to make it more dramatic. 

If you have a request you want me to write, please send it in! If you’ve already sent one in, please stay with me as I am working hard to finish them all. But you can check out my other stuff here.

Also, who wants the alternative ending to this? Where he actually finishes and then some?;)

Hope you enjoyed! Love you- M💚

On this night, I present myself to You, Father
I light the candles, a peaceful illumination among the darkness of eve
I kiss Your sigils, I whisper prayers and praise
I ring the bell, Crowned Princes, I am here
I point the athame and invoke Thy all-powerful energy
I recite my will and place it to burn before You
I drink from the chalice, I drink of You
I sit before Thy altar, my being open before Your astral kingdom
I feel Thy mighty presence rising in and
around me
Satan, Satanas, may You be with me
Speak to me Your wisdom of a thousand ages
Teach me of Your magnificent ways
Shine Your brilliant light upon me, touch my soul with gentle fingertips, enlighten me
Satan, Satanas, You are with me

anonymous asked:

hey babe! i absolutely love your writing & was wondering if you could write a fic based around 1x10, jugs party? where betty and jughead decide to have their first time at his party? or maybe they leave the party early and head over to betty's house for a more quiet setting. could be sweet sex or not ;)

Thank you, honey! I hope you enjoy :)
Warning: aaaall the smut, if you hadn’t already guessed from the prompt that is…


So it wasn’t exactly going to plan. The bass was thumping throughout Betty’s entire body, drowning out her pounding heart as she twisted her hips to the beat. What she’d planned for was a quiet little gathering for Jughead’s birthday, his closest friends - the people who cared about him - and maybe some music and presents. She’d gone to so much care with the planning, finding the perfect sweater she knew would earn her an amused smirk, making the burger cake, hanging every blue and gold balloon and streamer so that they fell perfectly. Half of which were now torn and trampled as thrashing bodies fell through them wildly.

She’d been slightly perturbed, yes, but she couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the infectious joy of her peers as they lost themselves in the thrill of sweaty bodies grinding against one another, underage drinking, and much needed relief from the daily grind of high school. It had pulled her in like a magnet, encircling her in carefree abandon until she was surrounded, succumbing to delinquency.

It was a long shot to try and drag Jughead into the throngs with her, pulling gently on his hands as his feet stayed firmly planted beneath the living room doorway. She wanted him to feel as free as she was beginning to, adrenaline buzzing beneath her skin.

“Come on, Juggie, dance with me?” she pleaded as a song she recognised began to play, throwing him her most seductive smile and looking up at him beneath thick fluttering lashes. Butterflies erupted in the pit of his stomach at how beautiful she looked beneath the dim flashing lights, strobes highlighting her golden hair like a halo. She looked dangerously angelic - the devil was a fallen angel, he thought sardonically to himself as he offered her a small smile.

“It’s not really my scene, Betts,” he shrugged, gut twisting at the way her plump bottom lip pushed out slightly, begging to be bitten. As much as the thought of holding her impossibly close to his body sent unfamiliar shockwaves along his every nerve, the idea of being surrounded by the hoard of people that were no strangers to his torment felt suffocating. “But you go, have fun. I’ll be waiting for you,” he promised, rubbing small circles against the back of her hand with his thumb. She held his gaze a while longer, torn, searching the sincerity in his bright blue eyes before nodding slowly. She leant in for a sweet peck against his lips, the public display causing him to blush and duck his head slightly, before slipping into the masses.

Betty had to admit, a while later, that she might have gotten slightly carried away by it all. It just felt so wonderful to not have to think about murder, or Polly, or her parents for just one blissful moment. She paused in her dancing as sweat began to drip down her temples, breathing heavily as her eyes scanned the edges of the makeshift dance floor.

He wasn’t difficult to spot, sitting perched on the edge of the table set up for drinks by the front window. He was watching her, a soft, enamoured expression planted firmly on his features. She looked so beautifully happy, so wildly free. He could have watched her all night and this party would have been worth it. Jughead was still there, like he promised he’d be, always waiting for her, always understanding when she needed room to breathe or wanted him close at hand.

Betty started towards him, pushing gracefully through the crowd until she was standing before him, hands slipping up his thighs. She parted them slightly as he gulped, placing herself between them and leaning forward. Her slightly dry lips pressed a kiss against his jawline, continuing down his neck, covering his quickening pulse point with her mouth, swiping her tongue over it. Jughead swallowed thickly, shifting slightly in his seat. He eyed the red cup she’d placed next to him on the table. Taking a steadying breath he placed his palms on her shoulders to hold her back for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

“Betty… maybe, do you think there’s another force in control right now?” he asked, nodding slightly to the cup. She followed his gaze, mouth parting in confusion. Realisation dawned on her, quickly being replaced by a menacing grin as her fingers dug more firmly into the dark denim of his jeans, grazing the crease at his groin. All the air left his lungs as a rush of blood travelled south. She balanced on tiptoes to rest her lips against the shell of his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

“It’s just soda, Jug,” she whispered, imparting her secret for his ears only. “I am completely,” she bit his earlobe gently, high on adrenaline, “one hundred percent in control.” He’d never seen this side of her before, unable to chalk it up to intoxication any longer it completely baffled him. He definitely wasn’t complaining though. She pulled back to meet his eyes, brilliant green shining with excitement, hints of nervousness peeking through as she scanned his face. His hands wrapped themselves around her waist, holding her warm body close, breathing in her scent of sweat mixed with vanilla perfume.

The moment was broken when Betty was suddenly jostled from behind, unconcerned party-goer falling into her in a drunken haze and throwing her further into Jughead’s hold. He caught her as she stumbled, throwing a sharp glance over her shoulder at the offender before turning back to check she was alright.

“You ok?” he asked, smoothing her hair with a short caress. She nodded, waving a dismissive hand and cuddling up closer to him.

“A lot more crowded than I wanted in here…” she said, rolling her eyes. “Maybe we could take some time out at my place? It’s a lot quieter over there,” she mumbled bashfully, bright pink flush coating the tops of her cheeks, travelling down beneath the collar of her shirt. Jughead wished he could follow the pretty colour on it’s decent. He nodded, mouth suddenly numb at what he was sure she was implying. He followed her on wobbling legs as she led him quickly out of the room, gratefully sucking in a lungful of fresh, cold air from the night outside.

They were comfortably quiet as they crossed the street to Betty’s house, hands fit tightly together, a nervous energy sparking between them.

“Nobody home?” Jughead asked as she opened the door to a still, silent darkness. He wasn’t sure if his tone was wary or hopeful; he couldn’t even begin to sort out the mess of emotions that were turning about his head right now. She shook her head, kicking off her shoes by the door. He followed suit, feeling her eyes on him the whole time.

“Nope,” she sighed, with a vague gesturing around her. “Mom took Polly into the city for the weekend - she wanted them to spend some ‘quality time’ together now she knows Polly is spying on the Blossoms,” Betty explained, quote marks heavy in her voice as she shook her head slightly. He chuckled at her sarcasm, both of them staring at one another as the conversation drew to a close. He smiled at her, small and unsure, shifting his feet awkwardly, like he did under her gaze that day in her bedroom, the morning of Jason’s funeral. Betty squared her shoulders. This was ridiculous, it was Jughead standing before her. He was still just her Jughead, despite the faint notes of promise that hung in their air above them, the slight shift in the atmosphere that teased that something more was about to happen. She tilted her head towards the stairs. “Shall we?” she asked innocently.

The question hung heavily around them, loaded with meaning. Shall they? He could see the tender understanding in her eyes. He’d told her, in a barely audible whisper beneath the sanctity of a hastily constructed fort of blankets and pillows, one night after he climbed through her window seeking the comfort of her arms, that he loved her. That he’d been in love with her for as long as he could remember, never dreaming that he would get to hold her the way he was now, not even close. Her eyes had shone with unshed tears and she pressed a shaky kiss to his lips, confessing her own love against the curve of his mouth. He’d gone on to describe the ache he felt at the thought of having her so close, but never getting to touch. He’d never felt that for anyone but her, didn’t think it even possible, he had no interest in anyone else ever. But now they were finally together she’d awakened something within him that he didn’t even know lay dormant. He wanted to explore every inch, try everything new, if it was with Betty.

He nodded, smile warm and determined, as he picked up her outstretched hand once more and followed her up the staircase.

The thumping bass of the party could be heard faintly through Betty’s closed window still. Jughead wandered over, looking out with a tired amusement at the flashing lights and stumbling bodies he could see pouring out from within his new residence. Betty walked up behind him silently, slipping her hands around his waist and resting her palms on his chest, chin finding its place on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry your party turned into… that,” she whispered in the quiet of her room, grimacing as another person stumbled onto the Andrews’ front lawn. Jughead shook his head, turning in her grip to rest his hands on her cheeks, turning away from the party for one final time. “I just wanted to celebrate-” He cut off her worrying with a deep kiss, pulling every last breath from her lungs. He released her slowly, only moving back an inch to gaze into her eyes with the strongest sincerity.

“It’s ok, Betty, I know what it meant. It’s not your fault that Cheryl descended, flying monkeys in tow,” he smirked. She allowed herself a giggle before she bit her lip at the renewed intensity in his eyes. “I’m just happy I get to spend my birthday here, now, with you.” Betty felt herself melt into him, leaning back in to place her lips over his once more. It didn’t matter how many times she experienced this feeling, it would never be enough to sate the desire that flared up in the pit of her stomach, rising up until it flowed throughout her entire body and she felt like she was floating.

She walked them back, never breaking the kiss, until her knees hit the mattress behind her, falling into a mess of uncoordinated limbs. He hovered over her, content to stare down at the heavenly beauty that lay beneath him. He didn’t believe in god but if he did then only he could have made something as perfect as Betty Cooper. She squirmed under his gaze, and he was more than happy to continue at the sweet pink blush it caused to form over her cheeks. Once more he followed it down her neck to where it dipped teasingly below her shirt. She followed his eyes, leaning up before her nerves got the better of her and pulled the shirt and jumper over her head in one fluid motion.

Jughead swallowed, feeling almost naughty as he let his eyes trail down her torso, the smooth skin of her stomach, the pretty blue lace cupping her breasts where they heaved with her every anticipatory breath before him. He’d barely blinked before she was reaching behind her to release the clasps of her bra, shimmying the straps down her arms and throwing it away to join her other discarded clothes on the floor. He’d never been this close to a woman’s bare chest in real life before but he was pretty certain the Betty’s was perfect. He lifted a trembling hand, dancing his fingers up her side with a feather light touch that made her shift and giggle musically, until he was closing his palm was squeezing the soft mound gently. Her shaky inhale was encouraging, spurring him to knead her breast gently, thumb rubbing across the hardening pink peak. A low whine left her throat and he repeated the action, sure he’d never tire of eliciting that sound. His confidence grew with every moment, leaning forward to trail wet, opening mouthed kisses down her neck, across her chest, until his lips sealed around her nipple. Betty gasped, hands coming up to pull at his hair, back arching into his face. Her hips jerked as he swiped his tongue across the flesh, alternating between gentle sucks and teasing bites. Her thigh jolted, rubbing against the ever growing bulge in Jughead’s pants. The involuntary groan he let out vibrated through her chest, causing her to flush with heat, beads of sweat gathering in the valley of her breast which he quickly licked away as he moved to give the same attention to the other side.

He would have been happy to spend forever worshipping every part of her chest, her body, but the pleasurable bruising sensation was becoming too much for Betty to handle, pulling him back by his ebony waves so she could paw at the hem of his shirt, catching his eye in a silent request for permission. He lifted his arms, both laughing breathlessly as the offending material got caught over his head, Jughead emerging looking more dishevelled than before. Bare chests pressed against each other for the first time as their lips connected once more, tingling sensation heightened by their already swollen lips.

Jughead’s hips circled almost subconsciously against Betty’s as he sucked a blossoming purple bruise against the side of her neck, a swell of unusual pride flourishing in his chest at the thought of her walking round school with his marks on her skin, sneakily trying to hide the bites he left on her, running her fingers over it as she daydreamed about the feel of his touch on her skin. His wandering thoughts only served to turn him on further, hard-on feeling suffocated by the tight zipper on his jeans.

Fumbling fingers battled with the button of her jeans. He shot her a withering look as she giggled, every inch of her looking sinful beneath him, hair falling from her ponytail, pupils blown wide with lust, lips bee-stung and enticing. He peeled the material off her legs, following the reveal of tanned skin with kisses to her abdomen, hipbone, thigh, his cool breath fanning over her core as she rubbed her legs together in anticipation. His jeans were the next to go, black boxers doing little to hide his arousal above her.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t done a little ‘research’ over the past couple of weeks. Thoughts of being this intimate with Betty had become a constant invasion in his mind as of late, interrupting him every time he smelt the strawberry of her shampoo or saw her crack her neck during a study session. He wanted to be able to make her feel as good as possible, she deserved to have the best first time he could possibly give her. His fingers dipped over the top of her sinfully small panties as he tore his eyes away to meet her gaze, eyebrow raised in question. Her breath caught as she nodded her consent, lifting her hips slightly to help him pull the lace down her legs.

She held her breath as he stared down at her, fully naked before him for the first time. He thought his heart might burst at the privilege. Her pulse quickened as his fingers trailed up her skin, legs falling apart slightly as they reached the apex of her thighs, hovering above her. The first swipe of his fingers through her wet heat had her head falling back against the pillows, eyes sliding shut with a moan. His teeth dug into his lower lip as the sound, the sensation, shot straight to his groin, hips jolting as he tried to steady himself, refusing to let his eyes close and miss a moment of this. His middle finger found her entrance, pushing an inch inside before halting.

“Jug…” His pause was too much for Betty, hips thrusting forward until the digit slid inside her fully. The feeling of her dripping, silken walls clenching around him was almost too much - he couldn’t help but imagine how she’d feel around other parts of his anatomy. Carefully he pulled his hand back, almost all the way, before pushing back in, starting to build a steady rhythm. She was writhing beneath him, high pitched whimpers causing a pleasant buzz to simmer beneath his skin, before he remembered her neglected bundle of nerves. He brought his thumb up to rub in small quick circles, delighting in her reaction. Her hips flew up at the new touch, his other hand coming to steady her as he continued his motions. All telltale signs of her impending orgasm began, thighs quivering, muscles tightening, before stars exploded behind her eyelids. Her mouth dropped open in a delicate o as she rode out the high, his fingers unrelenting until she began to soften, limbs falling heavily against the mattress. He withdrew his hand with a pleased grin, her eyes fluttering open. She smirked.

“What are you looking so smug about?” she quipped, humour glowing in her sparklingly eyes as she trailed a finger down his stomach, hooking it over the waistband of his boxers. He shivered, neglected erection giving a painful twitch as Jughead pulled in a sharp breath through his nose. She leant up on still weak elbows, fishing in her bedside table for the condom she’d stolen from Archie’s stash a little while ago - just in case.

“Betty… it’s ok, we don’t have to-” he began, perfectly content to just pleasure her tonight, despite his betraying body. She cut him off, pulling him down till his face was inches from hers.

“I want to feel you, Jughead. All of you,” she whispered fiercely. His groan was swallowed by her mouth as she attacked his lips once more, fingers creeping lower to pull the last article of clothing that separated them down. He kicked the boxers off his ankles, pulling back as he watched her eyes wander, taking in his manhood for the first time. She tore the foil packet, reaching forward to roll the condom down his member. He blew out a breath at the intoxicating feeling of her warm hands encircling him.

She lay back, opening her legs wider to accommodate him, breath leaving her in unsteady gasps. He lined himself up against her opening, leaning down to kiss her as he began to push forwards. It was slow and so pleasurable it was almost to the point of pain but eventually he stilled, fully sheathed within her.

“Are you ok?” he breathed, muscles shaking as he forced himself to remain still while she grew accustomed to this new intrusion. She shifted slightly, face twisted in thought.

“Yeah… yeah, you can move now,” she nodded, stroking the backs of her fingers across his forehead, down his cheek, hooking her ankles around the backs of his thighs to pull him deeper. Jughead began his movements, pumping in and out of her as she clenched deliciously around him, the sensation dizzying. Her moans propelled him forward, picking up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room in no time, as they hurtled towards their ends, each bringing one another to the edge.

“I don’t think I’ll last much longer,” he confessed a while later, dipping his head into the crook of her neck as his thrusts became uneven. She hushed him, digging her fingers into the short hairs at the base of his neck.

“It’s ok, Juggie, come on,” she encouraged, figuring out how to clench in time with his thrusts. His mouth dropped open in a silent shout, tendons in his neck standing out as his hips stuttered, releasing inside of her. She guided him through it, hands stroking down the damp muscles of his back as his arms gave out, collapsing on top of her.

The sounds of their harsh breathing was all the filled the room, both of them wrapping their heads around what just took place between them. When Jughead thought he could finally regain control of his limbs he rolled off her, not having to wait long before she curled into his side. The sweet silence stretched on between them for some time before he hummed in contentment.

It was awkward, and messy, and there was very little finesse, but neither of them could imagine their first time going any other way. Jughead didn’t know if he would ever get the grin off his face, slow warmth pooling in his stomach as he still felt every touch of her skin against his with an electric spark. Betty was glowing, a light shining brightly from within her as she relaxed, truly, for the first time in months.

“Was that… was I good?” she asked eventually, voice small. The fingers that were stroking up and down her arm halted in shock, disbelieving chuckle bursting from his lips.

“I can definitely say, with complete certainty, that was the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten,” he murmured, looking down at her in awe. She met his mischievous eyes, giggling at his words before tucking herself more firmly against him, her every curve fitting perfectly against his side. Yeah, it was the best one she’d ever given too.