clear sighted

Cerro Tololo Trails : Early one moonlit evening car lights left a wandering trail along the road to the Chilean Cerro Tololo Inter-American Observatory. Setting stars left the wandering trails in the sky. The serene view toward the mountainous horizon was captured in a telephoto timelapse image and video taken from nearby Cerro Pachon, home to Gemini South. Afforded by the mountaintop vantage point, the clear, long sight-line passes through layers of atmosphere. The changing atmospheric refraction shifts and distorts the otherwise steady apparent paths of the stars as they set. That effect also causes the distorted appearance of Sun and Moon as they rise or set near a distant horizon. via NASA


Rare clouds that look like UFOs.

Such a view of the sky does not often come along. Above are some interesting and rare cloud formations. Lenticular clouds are stationary lens-shaped clouds that form in the troposphere, normally in perpendicular alignment to the wind direction. Because of their shape, they have been offered as an explanation for some unidentified flying object sightings.

Or are they really UFOs using the clouds for camouflage, check out the bottom row! 

Percy Jackson Theory

So I have this theory about clear-sighted mortals: True clear-sighted mortals HAVE to be brave and open-minded.
Hear me out.
I think that in the PJO universe, all kids are clear-sighted mortals. All the “monster under the bed/in the closet/etc.” things aren’t just figments of children’s imaginations. They’re actually real.
All the wild stories that kids come up with: true. They’re clear-sighted. Older people are not.
As a person grows older, they lose their clear-sightedness. How quickly the do depends on how quickly they close their minds, but they do. A true clear-sighted mortal has to be brave enough to confront the world beneath the Mist, and be open-minded enough to accept it.
That’s my theory. What do you think?

Professor Park

Ok so here it is, my first and endless Jimin smut story. I reaaally hope y'all like it. Please don’t be to hard on me, as English isn’t my first language, i really tried to make it as read-able as possible. If it gets enough positive reactions i will think about writing a part 2.

Author: amsimaria

Word count:  4,4K

Feature: Jimin x Reader

Genre: SMUT/ANGST and a little bit of everything i guess 

“Wake up! (Y/N), we’re going to be fucking late again”
You hear your roommate’s voice coming from across the room. You look up, while rubbing your eyes to get a clear sight of the situation. “What time is it?” You ask while slowly sitting up and scratching your head out of confusion.
You see your roommate rushing into her favorite jeans.

“ It’s passed 9 already, we’ve got to leave in like 10 minutes if we still want to make it to Economics.”

Economics was giving by Professor Park, the young handsome professor who you spend way too much time staring at during lectures. You quickly rush into the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. You didn’t have enough time to pick out a trendy outfit, so you just chose a a baggy vest and summer dress with some ballerina’s to wear under it. You both rush into the halls of the campus on your way to the classroom the lecture is being held in.
Relieved to finally arrive, you stumble in loudly, still laughing about the joke Melanie made about Prof. Park’s nice round butt. You both swallow your laughter after looking into the very quiet, not so amused class and a serious looking Mr. Park.
“ You ladies decides to come early today? ”
“ Sorry professor, we keep getting lost in this gigaaantic place.” Melanie replied in a innocent and childish like tone while moving her hands apart to indicate how big she was talking about.
You could tell he hadn’t had much experience as a professor, as her reply made him act a little uncomfortable.
“ Alright girls, last time.” He said while turning his back towards both of you.
You quickly walk up to find a spot in the back of the room.
At the end of the lecture you grab your bag and make your way towards the door, when a sudden voice stops you from moving.
“ (Y/N) could you come here for a second? ”
You turn around to see Professor Park looking at you.
“ Uh yeah.. Sure professor.” You reply
You tell your friend to wait for you outside before turning around and walking towards the handsome professor.
“ I noticed you are having trouble following my lectures, is there maybe something i can help you with so that your thoughts don’t wander off as much as they do? ”
You felt your face turning red.
Could he have noticed your endless staring at him whenever his plump lips explained the hectic arts of Economics?
Of course he noticed, he’s a teacher. And besides, every time he asked you something you didn’t even know what the question was, let alone having an actual answer.
“ I uh.. I’m just not really into Economics professor.” You said while looking down at your blue and white dotted ballerina shoes.
“ Well, i could help you with learning a few basics maybe? So you could at least know where to get back to if you are completely lost ” He offered kindly.
You restlessly look behind you and back to the ground.
Is he serious? Like you could actually pay attention to stupid economics when you’re in a room with him alone.
You look back at him to find him staring at your chest. He quickly looks up and turns around to take some papers from his desk.

What the hell.. Did he just stare at your breasts?

You look down at your chest, finding your nipples to be pointing straight forward.
Fuck, you were in such a rush this morning that you forgot to put on a bra.
You awkwardly cross your arms against your chest.
He hands over a piece of paper with says “The fine lines of economics”
“ Maybe this can help you.” He says while returning to his desk and sitting down.
“ Thank you professor, i will read it through before coming to class next time ” you thank him before rushing out of the classroom.
You make your way to your second class when you spot Melanie a bit further making her way to the entrance. You take sprint, to get to her before she gets in.

‘’ MELLL!’’

‘’ MELL wait, why didn’t you wait for me asshole? I just went through the most awkward shit ever ’’
“ What? You mean when you were alone with Park? Couldn’t you just text me after? ’’
“ NO I COULDN’T. I had to tell you this in person. I forgot to put on a fucking bra Melanie! He was staring at my rock hard nips.”

“ NO. ”

“ YES! ”

‘’ NO WAY ’’ Melanie says before bursting out of laughter
‘’ YES WAY MEL! Caught him staring at them for like a full 2 seconds.’’
‘’ Fuck my life seriously. He probably thought they were hard because of him.’’ you said while baring your face in the palms of your hands out of shame.

‘’ HAHAHAHA you are such a slut, (Y/N). Hard nips are like a girl-boner. At least that’s what guys think.’’ she says before bursting out again.
“NO THEY’RE NOT. The damn room was cold okay? They weren’t hard because of him JESUS’’

You storm off into the classroom with a red face and your friend still screaming out of laughter and making fun of you.

You both arrive at your dorm room.

‘’ God, i feel so dirty. I haven’t showered this morning and my perverted professor stared at my tits.’’ You sigh while making a staring face with open mouth looking at Melanie’s breasts.
‘’ Yeah the guy’s probably thinking about your tiddies right now ’’ Melanie replies while making a jacking-off motion with her hands.
‘’ Isn’t he like married though?’’ Melanie said while letting herself fall into her bed.
‘’ Seriously? I didn’t even know that? ’’ You look up, shocked and kind of disappointed.
‘’ Yeah i think so, or engaged or something like that. I saw him kiss a woman once before class. It wasn’t french-ing or anything it was classy, like a mall kiss on the lips.’’
‘’Really? Was she pretty?’’ Escaping from your lips, sounding more desperate than you wanted it to sound.

“ Are you jealouuuus..’’ Melanie said while narrowing her eyes at you
‘’ NO, why would i be jealous? He stared at my boobs not the other way around. You snort, sounding overly cocky and headstrong.’’

‘’ She wasn’t ugly. She had a cute doll-like face and she seemed happy.’’ Melanie finally replied.
‘’Hmm.. Well maybe she just doesn’t have nice perky tits like meee’’ You proudly laughed while lifting up your dress and sticking out your tongue before making your way to the bathroom to take a shower.


‘’What??’’ You yell from out of the shower.

No sound.

‘’What????” You yell a bit louder this time
‘’Let’s go to a bar tonight’’ Melanie replies
‘’Uhh.. Ok but let’s not make it too late, i’ve got a lecture at 11.’’


‘’ Which bar are we going? ‘’ You ask while struggling to walk proper on the rough streets with your delicate pumps on.
‘’Uhm.. Let’s not go to that dumb place all the students go to, i’m kinda sick of their faces’’
‘’Ok, so where to then?’’
‘’Let’s go to somewhere more classy.’’ Melanie replied with a calculated grin on her face.

You arrive at this modern-styled bar with handsome looking bartenders wearing tight white blouses with black bowties.

‘’ I already like it here.’’ Melanie said sounding like a little kid in a candy-shop’’
‘’Let’s sit at the bar’’ She said while pointing at a particular spot.

You make your way to the spot Melanie referred to.

‘’ Aren’t you ladies a bit young to hang around a place like this? ’’ A bartender said, pouring a clear drink he’d just shaken up out of his cocktail-shaker into two martini glasses.’’
‘’ Well the bouncer sure as hell didn’t think so, he didn’t even ask us for ID. ’’ Melanie snorted flirty
‘’ Oh well, If i didn’t know any better i’d definitely think you two were early college students.’’ He said while putting the drinks in front of us without taking his eyes of off Melanie’s.
“ Maybe you should find out then.’’ Melanie replied playfully, bringing her glass to her lipstick-red lips and taking a sip, looking back into his eyes.

You start to look around to see if people were paying attention to the two of you.
If he noticed you were college students, wouldn’t the rest notice too?
You suddenly see a familiar face sitting a few tables further. You narrow your eyes to get a better view of the man.
You suddenly recognize him.
You recognize those unique beautiful brown eyes you spend so much time staring at during his lectures.

‘’FUCK. He’s here Mel, he’s here!!’’ You said while nervously yanking on her skirt. Not losing sight of Professor Park
‘’Who? ’’ She looks down at her skirt and then turns her head 180 degrees to see who you’re referring to.
“FUCKKK. Park is here!??’’ She said said while looking back at you and then back at him

He notices the commotion and sees you both looking at him. He looks shocked. You and Melanie put on an awkward smile and look back to each other.

‘’(Y/N) he is with his fucking wife’’ Melanie shouted quietly  

You were in such shock that you hadn’t even notice the woman sitting across to him.
Was he really with his wife?
You were so eager to see her face, you had become restless.

“ I want to see her face Mel ’’
‘’ No you don’t. Stop making it more awkward than it already is. ‘’ Melanie whispered in an angry tone.
‘’ He sees us as nothing more than dumb college girls who are seeking attention at a bar like this.’’ She continues.

She was right. You felt embarrassed by the thought of him seeing you act so childish like you just did.
So you decides to act like it was the most normal thing in the world and stood up to walk your way towards the bathroom of the bar.
You wore a little black dress and your legs still had that nice golden bronze color from that day at the beach a few weeks ago. You wore pumps which made your legs even more feminine and you walked passed the couple like your were attempting a Victoria’s Secret runway show.
You saw him looking at you from the corner of your eye, but you decided not to look back at him.
Once in the bathroom you grabbed some mascara and gave your eyes a nice touchup. A few minutes later you walked out and finally saw the woman’s face.
Melanie was right. She was pretty.
A little dull-looking, but she seemed confident enough to not pay you any attention, like you were no match to her.
As you sat back down at the bar chair you saw him looking at you again, as soon as he noticed you looking back, he looked back at the woman and started laughing at something she had just said.
He just had the most beautiful smile. He never really smiled like that when you say him during lectures, or even in or around the campus really.

That night you couldn’t stop thinking about him.
How handsome he looked in his casual clothing. Those light blue jeans which showed the lines of his strong muscular thighs so well. How sexy he looked when he pulled his hands through his thick, shiny black hair before bringing the beer-bottle to his plump pink lips and taking a sip.
And how intriguing his gaze was when he looked at you.
Would he fantasize about you when he is laying in bed is with his wife?
Such a naughty thought, but you couldn’t help yourself enjoying thinking about it.

2 Days later.

‘’Ow girl you look so fiiiiinee!!’’ Melanie said in a hoarse voice, looking at your extremely short pastel purple tennis skirt you bought from American Apparel.
“Going for it today huh?’’ She continued
‘’What’s wrong with your voice? Feeling sick’’?
‘’Yeah i’m staying home today, can’t even swallow my own saliva without being in pain, let alone boring lectures all day.

‘’ Is it not to much?’’ You asked completely ignoring what she just said
‘’ Well not if you want Mr. Park to get a boner during lecture.’’ She replied
‘’ Oh shut uppp. I think it looks cute’’ You said while looking at yourself in the mirror.
“He sure will too’’ Melanie said while rolling her eyes away from you and pushing her tongue against the inside of her cheek with a closed mouth.

You put on your low white Converses, give your friend a kiss on her cheek and promising her to bring home some fruit and Thai soup to ease her flu, before quickly leaving the room.

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Between Debbie Horsfield’s screenplay and Aidan Turner and Eleanor Tomlinson, it has created one of the most real relationships on television.
Tomlinson’s resentful, hurt but clear-sighted Demelza is the wife every man who fancies himself to be great both needs and deserves.
The series ended with the sea full of ships. High tide, at last, for Poldark.
—  The Times review
I’m not the perfect child - a concept my parents don’t understand -
As they stand up to be and tell me to give up writing and focus on “reality”.
“Of course we want you to be happy” they reassure, as they threaten to stop me doing the one thing I couldn’t love more.
Of course, how can I be stupid, it’s so easy to give up,
It’s not like I spent my whole life growing my confidence, only to get squashed like I’m a “fuck up”.
Of course I can be happy as you force to take away what I love,
Even when I work part-time, I need a “career” next year, because the money I earn isn’t enough.
I’m still eighteen; let me pursue my dreams as the potential is unspeakable and firmly in my grasp.
Stop telling me my dreams of publications are a fantasy when my ambitions are in clear sight.
—  I don’t want to stop my dream to get a career in something I won’t enjoy, even though I’m still working in 2 jobs I enjoy and can fit writing into it. @jarfidd

Overflow graphics: Justified in a single photo

Two armed men have a seemingly cordial onversation in the staircase of their abandoned and decrepit high school, careful to avoid giving the other a clear line of sight. The Federal Marshal has the advantage of the high ground to mount his defense of the prize above. The criminal is left to try to talk his old friend into giving him what he wants (and his tongue is as dangerous a weapon as his gun).

If this looks like a too-perfect visual metaphor for paths taken, just remember in the scene of the show they’re currently having an argument about whether an astronaut drove the car or swung the golf club.


Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Prompt: Suspense. Horror(ish). Newt looses his suitcase once again.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and violence. Creepy Content. Vulgar language.

PS: The reader can be any gender. It is the first part of a one shot series.

Newt jerked awake. His sight hazed at the sunlight peeking through the rustling curtains. He sighed, rubbing his eyes and squinting about. As his sight cleared, his head spun with memories of last night.

“Oh no.” He muttered. His bones creaked with every movement his sore muscles could muster. Last night was just…that bad. Grunting, he managed to sit up and look around.

The sight of the room made his stomach lurch. Blood coated the broken windows, the shredded walls and the scratched floors. Furnitures were ripped to shreds and broken pieces of glass were scattered about. A shiver ran down his spine as an eerie shrill resonated around the room.

“[Y/N]?” He whispered, scanning the room for any sign of you. The lack of response unnerved him greatly. Where the hell were you? Thousands of scenarios skipped through his head and none of them were good. Despite the nausea tugging at his stomach, Newt slowly stood up from the sofa. The floorboards creaked as he turned towards the door. He froze.

A pair of icy blue eyes glowed in the dark doorway. Newt felt a lump form in his throat. He could not see past those blue eyes. It seemed it had no body, just a silhouette blending with the darkness. What the hell was it?

It huffed and a puff of smoke broke through the darkness. Then, something struck the ground, vibrating the floor. Newt stumbled, clutching at the armrest to regain balance. Dust fell from the ceiling on him. He sneezed. He so shouldn’t have. The creature barged through the room with incredible speed. It was so fast that Newt only saw swirls of black and brown tendrils curling its silhouette that charged at him.

“Petrificlus Totalus!” He yelled, flicking his wand at the creature. But the spell flew through it, uttering no damage at all and his eyes widened in horror. He dove to the left, over the sofa and rolled to his feet. The creature skid to a halt and its head turned towards Newt. It had no mouth, no ears, no eye sockets. The blue flame blended with the black tendrils seeping from its body. The creature’s shape imitated that of a horse. Its core was made of wood, or at least Newt thought so.

The creature neighed loudly, though it sounded more like a shrill roar and the house shook once again. Newt bolted to the door, igniting the tip of his wand with light. As he ran, he could feel a puff of breath warming his neck. He yelped as he slammed against a railing.

“Shit.” He muttered as his wand fell over the railing. He didn’t know what was worse: the fact he was unarmed in total darkness or the fact that he still hadn’t heard the clamoring of his wand as it should’ve hit the floor. He felt the ground tremble once more and whipped around. The creature stood tall; Newt only saw it’s blue eyes flickering in shadows. With a piercing shriek, the eyes suddenly raised higher and Newt felt something slam against his chest with so much force, he gasped for air and tumbled over the railing.

The wind wiped at his hair and his coat fluttered about. His gut tightened as he picked up speed. He squinted through the dark as he tried to find something to hang on but there was nothing. He needed to breathe but his bowtie choked him and he tried to yank it out but his arms were frail and weak and sore so he heaved with every breath and it felt like the creature had never lifted its hooves off his chest.

“Immobulus!” And Newt froze in mid air. He felt someone grasp his arm and yank him over a railing. The next thing he knew he was sitting in a hallway, coughing furiously after a hand had tugged his bowtie off and had ripped his shirt open.

“[Y/N]?” He croaked. You grinned, the tip of your wand illuminated your face and Newt felt overwhelmed with relief. And embarrassment. He currently sat with his shirt ripped open and your fingers tracing his bruised chest. Needless to say, his face was no longer pale.

“You shouldn’t speak.” You whispered. Hovering your wand over Newt’s chest, you muttered a healing spell and the bruises subsided slowly.

“You’re okay.” He sighed, but then he saw your bruised cheek and dried blood coating the left side of your face. Filled with worry, Newt gently cupped your bruised cheek. “What happened?”

You swatted his hand away, shrugging him off.

“I see you met my friend.” You smirked, itching to change the subject.

“You have a terrible taste in friends.”

You laughed, standing up and offering him a hand. He gladly took it, wobbling a bit. You steadied him with a hand on his chest. You ignored the warmth creeping to your cheeks and tickling sensation on your stomach. He felt the same.

“Okay, let’s get out of here.” You avoided his gaze as you clutched his hand, ready to Disapparate.

“Wait!” You threw him a look. “My wand…and…”

Oh no. You thought.

“My suitcase.”

“Again!?” You barked. You shot him an exasperated look and he immediately dropped his gaze. “Newton Artemis Scamander. I am going to handcuff you to your suitcase.”

He glanced at you, his mop of hair hiding the sheepish smile smeared on his lips. Then, he scrunched his nose. “Whats a handcuff?” You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile.

“This can be settled easily.” You hoped. “Accio wand!” Newt’s wand swooped in towards you. You caught it with ease and handed it to him. He thanked you as he took it.

“Accio suitcase!” He thrust his wand in the air, pointing upwards. Nothing happened. Newt swallowed thickly, his hands fidgeting at his side. A sickening feeling gripped his stomach. He gazed at you and he knew you understood. “We have to get them.” He stated with such determination; his stare bore into you.

“We will.” You reassured him. Without a second to spare, he hooked your arm with his and both of you disapparated.

Newt and you landed on a dusty floor. A frail lightbulb swung from the ceiling, dimly lighting the hallway. The door to the living room was just a few feet away.

“There.” He whispered, pointing at the suitcase lying against a broken chair.

“Okay.” You responded, crouching slightly. “What’s the plan?”

“As I distract the beast, you grab the suitcase and disapparate. We meet outside.”

“So, your plan is to waltz in there, put yourself in danger while I just grab it and go?”

Newt grinned, “Precisely.”

You sighed, defeated. “Let’s go.”


To be frank, this didn’t seem as bad as the time he had to seduce the Erumpent with a mating dance. But, it was.

He stood inches away from the beast. It’s glossy blue eyes starred daggers into Newt, and he felt the familiar lump form once again in his throat. His hands were in the air, his wand dangled dangerously in his fingertips and he swore he saw a smile curl in the creature’s face, if it had any.

“You are a beauty, aren’t you?” He couldn’t help but admire the beast before him. Tendrils swirled around its figure like shadows. As it walked, it seemed as if nothing touched the ground but the tremble beneath Newt’s feet said otherwise. It loomed over him with such grace and posture that Newt almost forgot how terrified he should feel. Suddenly, the creature stomped on the ground, waving its head about and baring sharp teeth and a rush of terror overwhelmed Newt that he stumbled backwards.

Out of the corner of Newt’s eye, he could see you crouching behind the sofa, just a few feet away from the suitcase. Your hand trembled as it stretched towards the case, but you snapped it back again with any movement heard from the beast. You gave him a look and he nodded. It was time. You extended your arm again, stretching so much and your fingers graced the suitcase. In a second, you managed to grasp the handle and slide it towards you. A sigh escaped your lips.

“Now!” Newt yelled and the both of you disapparated, leaving the creature roaring in anger.

The familiar squeeze lifted as you touched ground. You stumbled, and felt strong arms steading you. Looking up, you caught Newt’s gaze.

“Thanks.” You said tersely, hoping the red tint of your cheeks wasn’t that noticeable.

He nodded, “You’re wel-no probs.” He smiled, though it seemed more like a grimace.

You roughly jerked back, succumbing to the awkwardness every time.

“Newt Scamander and [Y/N] [Y/L/N]!” You yelled happily, “Saving the day, once again!”

He laughed, grabbing the suitcase from your grasp.

“We must celebrate.” You insisted, offering your arm. He hooked his arm with yours and the both of you strode down the street, endlessly talking about what just happened whilst looking for a place to eat.

“While I’m generally not a fan of those ‘never-ending animes,’ I think I wouldn’t mind if SAO went down that route. [I rarely saw the appeal in stories that just refused to end; those shounens that had no clear goal in sight and seem like they might pass the 1000 chapter line… But for some reason I think I wouldn’t mind to see SAO still going strong 5 or 10 years from now. The idea of having a show I’ve been watching since I was 15 still being there for me at 25 sounds oddly comforting, for some reason.]

Whisper (Version 1)

Anonymous: Can you do a fic where Hotch takes in a kidnap teenage victim and she bonds with Jack and finally talkes after years of silence

Version 2 (Super fluff!!!!!)

Originally posted by shemar-moore

Aaron knelt beside Jack’s bed, candle light flickering and casting shadows on their faces. Aaron pushed his fingers through Jacks hair, smiling softly at him before bowing his head.

“Daddy, what is it?” Jack muttered, innocent eyes observing his dad.

“We haven’t talked to mom in a while, I thought it would be a good idea if we did it again.” Aaron replied, voice low as Jack frowned his eyebrows in response.

“But what about Y/N, does she talk to her mommy?” Jack wondered, waiting for Aaron to reply, who was trying to think of a way to explain the sensitive subject. Little did he know, Y/N was leant against the doorframe, smiling sweetly at the sight. She cleared her throat, drawing Aaron from his thoughts.

“Y/N.” Aaron smiled. In response, Y/N pointed to Jack, silently asking for permission to come in making Aaron nod gently. Y/N smiled at Jack as she sat on the bottom of the bed.

“Do you?” Jack mumbled, making Y/N shake her head at the curious boy. Jack looked down at the candle, deep in thought before handing the candle to Y/N.

“She can hear you.” Y/N frowned at the candle forced in her hands, memories of her torturing mother flashing through her mind. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to get rid of the burning thoughts. She carefully placed the candle back in Jacks hand then dancing her fingers across his cheek. Jack looked up at Y/N but her eyes were on Aaron, who stared at her sympathetically.

“We can share my mom!” Jack exclaimed, causing Aaron and Y/N to chuckle softly. Aaron observed Y/N’s joyful expression on Jack, smiling sweetly.

“Yeah.” Aaron replied, voice dominated with happiness. Y/N glanced over at him, eyes fallen as she silently projected her uneasiness.

“Hayley would love you.” Aaron assured but Y/N shook her head, kissing Jacks hair.

“She’d be so proud of you, Jack.” Y/N whispered, voice shaky as she expressed her first words in two years. Aaron’s shocked eyes were fixated on her, lips parted slightly before Y/N quickly made her way out of the room, tears rolling down her reddening face.

After putting Jack to sleep, Aaron strolled to Y/N’s room, knocking on the door lightly before opening it, casting light into her dark room. Y/N look up at him, tear-stained face slightly covered with her blanket. Aaron sighed sadly to himself, sitting on the edge of her bed before brushing the hair from her bloodshot eyes.

“That was really brave.” Aaron admitted, smiling softly as she nodded her head, leaning into his hand as he stroked her hair. Y/N’s lips parted, about to talk but furrowed her eyebrows.

“You can talk to me.” Aaron assured, sitting further on her bed, turning towards her nervous form.

“I-I still have nightmares about her.” Y/N lowly ushered, curling her face into the blanket to hide her face as silent tears escaped her eyes. Aaron kissed her forehead lightly, hands halting in her hair.

“It’s okay. I have them about Hayley. Just know that when you have them all you have to do is knock on my door or ring me if I’m on a case. If you don’t want to physically talk that’s fine, that doesn’t stop me from talking to you.” Aaron replied, voice soft as Y/N shifted into a seated position before burying her head into his chest.

“Thank you.” She whispered as Aaron wrapped his arms around her shaking form.

“It’s okay.”


ash-castle  asked:

"Once Upon a Dream" ummmmm either Luna/Theo OR any pairing that comes to mind. If you haven't already done this song. Please and thank you!!!!!

Hope you don’t mind that I changed this to Luna/Rolf? Between working on my own Luna/Rolf fic and the awesome update of Toothpaste Kisses from @calebski … I’ve been in this kind of mood. This also keeps with this crazy headcanon I have of their first meeting. 

Have you seen the Luna soaking wet art by @upthehillart ? Imagine that…

Rolf couldn’t believe his eyes, so much so that he cast a quick clearing charm to his sight to ensure he was really, truly seeing the woman…the goddess..before him. At first, he had wondered if she was a nymph or a veela, for her beauty was so entrancing but the charmed beads around his neck would have vibrated if he was near a creature like that. A necessary protection for a wizard who spent most of his time alone amongst many magical creatures, many of whom would use beauty as a trap.

She was though the most, glorious… thing he had ever seen before and felt pulled to move closer from his place behind an oak tree to watch her. The young woman had long blonde hair spotted with the occasional small plait and silver bead that was dripping wet midway down her back. down her back. Her skin, her body, was barely covered by a soaked, sheer white dress that accentuated the curves of her hips and… oh sweet Circe… her delicious derriere. There was nothing hidden from his greedy eyes to devour except for the front of her which he prayed would be revealed soon.

There was something about her, something that was stirring more than just lust inside of him. Something he could not yet place. She swayed her hips back and forth slowly, her bum mesmerizing him like a Muggle hypnotist’s watch as she hummed a soft melody and walked deeper into the lake.

“Damn,” he whispered, wishing she would walk in the opposite direction as his body was becoming more and more…eh, alert... to her stunning presence. He could have stayed there for hours watching her but knew there was no honor in that. Rolf stepped even closer, preparing to call out to her to at least let her know she wasn’t alone but as he did, she turned her head and smiled at him.

Like a flash of lighting, everything in his world changed. Her smile alone had him wanting to fall to his knees in worship but then he saw her eyes. Gray, blue and silver all together surrounded by soft, brown lashes that beckoned him to her. He was ready in an instant to do whatever it would take to smile at him that way again. He was unexplainable completely hers in that moment, his entire being feeling as if she had come from a hidden dream within his own soul.

“Do I know you, miss?” The words felt funny to him to even ask because of course he knew her. He felt it the moment she had turned to look at him, that she was part of him. Whoever this goddess of woman was, she was his. There was a magic he had never before discovered coming alive within him and then buzzing all around him, confirming what he was feeling.

He was made for her and she was made for him. No reason was needed, not now, he only had to listen to his heart and soul to know everything he wanted in this world resided with this woman.

She turned then, revealing more splendors hardly hidden by the wet dress that was clinging to her every curve and smiled again. He barely registered that he had sunk to his knees in awe of her and the intense emotions awakening in him until he noticed that she was coming closer to him, the sound of the water sloshing around her as she walked like a matching tattoo to his heart’s own rhythm.

Slowly she came out of the water, and he watched transfixed as one particular drop ran a path down her pale neck passed her collarbone to rest where the sheer fabric clung right above the swell of her breasts. Then she was there, standing in front of him as he gazed up to where her fair hair was illuminated by the sun, thanking every god and ancient wizard he knew of for the pleasure of being at her feet.

“Of course you know me,” she said in a voice that sang right into his very soul before she kneeled down and pressed her forehead against his, both taking a moment to breathe and feel the connection between them. They embraced suddenly and he pulled her tight against him, cradling her in his arms as if he had known her his whole life and was just now finding her again after years apart.  

It was unexplainable in ordinary terms, but for once he didn’t care to explain it. Before she pressed her pink lips to his and exploded his world into a million, shining pieces to solidify their soul’s bond together, she added, “I dreamt of you once upon a dream.”

Hidden roots

What does it take to dwevle deeper into inner peace
Cold martini’s in my room seem to catalyse every action at least
It’s a feast of confessions but there’s nothing here to eat
Just silent,slow, breathing: moisture and heat

Getting naked before taking your clothes off has consequences and repercussions
I don’t think she understands the complications of these late discussions
I know it’s the martini not me making you comfortable
Inducing assumptions that maybe you can hold me accountable

It’s a paradox cause sometimes I want to get empty too
Unzip every door to the past and get naked for you
But I’m a vase in this world and barely any of them are transparent
I’m might have bloomed in clear sight but I don’t want you to see the roots.