cold and hot at the same time

Description of Broadway's  guys voices
  • Leslie Odom Jr.: A red velvet cupcake fresh out of the oven with cream cheese frosting in the middle
  • Lin-Manuel Miranda: That Dragon’s Egg Bath Bomb that just explodes with color when you drop it in the bath water
  • Daveed Diggs: Tap dancing. Just tap dancing but also rapping at the same time
  • Michael Arden: Butterflies in your stomach that are so strong you want to pull a Julie Andrews and start spinning happily in a circle
  • Andy Mientus: Fuzzy socks and hot chocolate by a warm fire with tons of blankets while having a Disney movie marathon
  • Aaron Tveit: The cold side of your pillow that feels oh-so-good in the middle of the night
  • Jeremy Jordan: Dressing in a cute outfit and strutting around while everyone is checking you out and you KNOW you look hot AF
  • Ben Platt: To take a bath with relaxing music and suddenly felt the heat in your body and your cheeks blushing
  • Darren Criss: When you adopt a new puppy, who has been living on the street starving, and now all you wanna do is wrap him in a blanket, cuddle and give him love
  • Jonathan Groff: That one commercial for Coca Cola that they play at Christmas Time that makes everyone laugh,smile, and cry
  • Alex Boniello: When you’re home alone and put on full concert mode very loudly with light, fume and special effects all over the room

I love all of the humans are weird posts, but there is one addition I want to make to the humans can withstand temperature far below freezing to halfway boiling hot thing.

Yes, we can withstand it, but I would argue that not all humans are suited for all climates equally. You shouldn’t send someone from Australia to Canada and vise versa. I’d rather say there are warm climate humans and cold climate humans. Also, if you go somewhere with a more milder climate one group of people will always complain that it’s too hot in the summer and another that it’s too cold in the winter.

Imagine a ship of aliens landing on a planet that’s a completely frozen tundra and wanting to bring their human with them, but the human grew up in a tropical place and the human is just terrified to go out there.
Another ship lands on a very hot planet, but the human they have on the crew grew up in an extremely cold climate and is also terrified to go out there for too long.

Then there are the incidents were human crew members go out for too long in a climate their body isn’t really used to and the humans just can’t handle the weather for too long. Yes, we can withstand extreme temperatures, but some of us are better at handling heat and others at handling the cold.

One human is always like “Cold? This isn’t really cold.”, while another is shaking and freezing in the same conditions. Another time it’s the other way around, the human who handled the cold well is sweating bullets in the sun and can barely hold themselves up, while the other human is just basking in the warm rays of the sun, saying what a wonderful day it is.
Their alien companions, however, are just writing a new update for the intergalactic human manual, basically saying that you should always know if you have a cold or warm climate human, because it could make or break your entire mission.

Send one to ask my Muse...

🦄 - Sexuality?

🌑 - Fears?

💦 - What makes you cry?

☕️ - Hot or cold beverage?

🍼 - Ever wanted/Have any kids?

🎂 - Favorite snack/treat?

🥚 - Egg?

🍭 - Childhood memory?

🥀 - Worst time you’ve been broken hearted?

🎨 - Hobbies?

👒 - Why do you dress this way?

🖕 - Someone you despise?

🎃 - Favorite holiday?

☑️ - Are your Gender and sex the same?

🐍 - Choice of pet?

🌪 - Biggest regret?

😶 - Embarrassing memory?

Pack Mom - Derek Hale x Reader

Originally posted by hvproductions

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Prompt: You’ve always been the mother figure to everyone in the pack but when the pups start calling you mom they also start treating you as Derek’s mate, awkwardness and confessions ensue.

Warning: Smut! and other shit! :D 


ENJOY!!

*****

You hopped out of your newly bought Mustang, you knew the pack would be shocked at your new car but the moment you saw the sleek black vehicle you knew it was the one. Your last car got trashed in a car chase with the Calaveras but you dug into your inheritance and decided to get something nicer. The moment one foot stepped out of the new car Stiles was on you with a million questions.

“Ohh my god when did you get this!? How does it run!? How much was it!?” You rolled your eyes but answered all of Stiles’ question calmly because you adored Stiles he was like a brother to you.

“Wow that is one beautiful car.” You heard a gruff voice say from behind you, you knew who it was but you turned around anyway with a nervous grin.

“I know she runs amazingly!” You exclaimed cheerfully which made Derek crack a small smile.

“Did he just smile?” Stiles stared at Derek with wide eyes.

“Yes Stiles I have the ability to smile.” Derek deadpanned.

“How come I’ve never seen you smile at anyone except Y/N? Well unless you count that deputy at the police station who you flirted with. Why don’t you smile at me?” Stiles rambled his arms flying around in an exaggerating manor.

“I smile at Y/N because she is about 5 times more attractive and 100% less hyperactive spaz.” Derek replied easily but when he said you were attractive your mind went blank, your heart started racing rapidly and you knew your cheeks were most likely bright red.

“Ooo Derek and Y/N sittin’ in a tree K I S S I N G fir-”

“Stiles shut up before I rip yo-”

“First comes love!” Erica popped up out of nowhere and started singing along.

“Then comes marriage!” Liam exclaimed as he burst out the door with a grin on his face.

“Then comes a baby in a baby carriage!” The three of them shouted together, at this point you knew your face was bright red so you buried your head in your hands willing it to go away.

“Then comes a divorce because she finally realises how grumpy Derek is.” You heard a cheerful voice at which made you look up to see Peter.

“Derek’s not grumpy.” You huffed at Peter which made everyone turn to you.

“Oh so no divorce?” Peter smirked knowing he’s caught you red handed.

“No! I mean-We’re not…And he’s not-Fuck my life!” You screamed storming into the house the pups soon following behind you.

You sat down next to Isaac and Liam as soon as the pack meeting started, they were both sat very close but you knew it was because contact made them calm. As Derek went through everything he needed to you stared at his chiselled face, the abs that you could see through his tight shirt and his ice green eyes as they darted to and from each pack member who asked question.

As the meeting came to a wraps Liam already had his head on your shoulder and Isaac had his on your lap you glanced at both of them smiling but knew you had to move if you wanted to get started on making dinner.

“Liam honey I need to go start on dinner.” His head shot up, nodding before running off to play video games with the boys.

“Isaac sweetie I need to go make food.” You giggled when he nuzzled into your lap more, you ran your fingers through his hair softly before looking down at his face realising he was sleeping. You lifted his head gently and set it on a cushion once you had moved. His face twisted in one of a lost puppy and he reached for anything he could.

“M-Mama..” He whimpered as his hand touched mine. Suddenly you were aware almost all the packs eyes were on you. You wanted to be embarrassed but you couldn’t be because it didn’t feel weird to be called that by the pups.

“Can I ask why everyone feel like that is something to gawp over?” You snapped in a motherly tone which soon made them lower their heads. As so finally got round to making tea you could hear Isaac shouting at the tv which you assumed to be because of a video game, suddenly Jacksons voice cut through the conversation.

“Aww is mama’s boy losing? Why don’t you go-”

“JACKSON JOHNATHAN WHITTEMORE!” you screamed as you shot out the kitchen door straight into the living area. Jackson froze and dropped his controller.

“Apologise right now!” You shouted as everyone seemed to freeze. Derek seemed ready to jump in but you knew he didn’t need to.

“Sorry Isaac..” You dipped his head slightly as if he’d been scolded by his mother.

“Now who’s a mama’s boy?” Stiles snorted which made your eyes shoot to him.

“Mieczyslaw Stilinski! Get in this kitchen and help me make food!” Everyone stared at you wide eyed making Stiles flush.

“How the hell did you pronounce that so perfectly!? I can’t even pronounce it and I’m his best friend!” Scott exclaimed as everyone stared at you then Scott. You ignored Scott question and followed an embarrassed Stiles into the kitchen.

After you finished making dinner you had the pack set the table and carry the excessive amount of food to the table. You all sat down, staring at the various foods you had made. You sat to Derek’s left and Scott was on his right. You noted that everyone let Derek eat the first bite which was normal because he was the Alpha but when everyone stared at you, you looked to Derek for help.

“Why is everyone looking at me?” You asked confused by everyone’s actions.

“The first person to eat in the pack is the Alpha then his mate, then the Alpha’s second.” Lydia stated calmly as she smiled over at you.

“But Scott is Derek’s second not me?” You replied, your left eyebrow raised slightly.

“But your Derek’s mate. Right?” Isaac asked from the seat next to you.

“What?” You looked back to Derek who was staring at Isaac with the same confused look.

“Guys we’re not dating…” Derek shifted awkwardly in his seat as he spoke it made your heart clench painfully at the fact he was uncomfortable with the idea of dating you.

“Oh sorry the idea of dating me seems so farfetched to you.” You growled at him making everyone freeze for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

“That’s not what I was saying Y/N.” Derek stated softly as he stared into your Y/E/C eyes.

“So what were you saying Derek?” You sneered and everyone seemed to shrink into their seats.

“Well I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with everything they were saying…” He whispered his voice trailing off slightly.

“In what world would anyone be uncomfortable with dating Derek Hale?!” You screeched staring at him like he’d grown another head.

“Well if you wanna play that game fine! In what world would anyone be uncomfortable with dating Y/N Y/L/N!” He retaliated harshly.

“So then why aren’t you guys dating?” Liam spoke up softly, everyone turned to look at the youngest of the pack his head held high as if he’d knew he’d said something smart.

“Because Derek doesn’t like me the way I like him and you know this!” You whisper yelled to Liam but realised that you’d said it loud enough for everyone to hear.

“You like me?” Derek asked making you turn your attention to him, your face now bright red.

“Can we talk about this after diner please? I’d like to at least enjoy the food I cooked before you flat out reject me.” You mumbled softly before pushing the food around your plate. You looked up to Derek who was now out his seat. Before you knew what had happened you were yanked out your seat, one of his arms firmly wrapped around your waist and the other hand cupped your cheek.

“Do you like me?” He asked again with more heat and curiosity in his voice, his green eyes stared into yours making everyone else disappear. You nodded softly as your eyes flicked from his to his lips. His lips met yours in a soft yet passionate kiss, after a few seconds of small kisses that stole your breath away you were pulled out by the sound of Isaac’s voice.

“Ew it’s like watching your parents make out.” You pulled away flushing slightly before looking up at Derek who sent you a pantie melting grin which made your knees weak.

“Can we eat now I didn’t slave over a hot stove to eat cold food?” Stiles grumbled which made me turn to him with a raised eyebrow daring him to take all the credit.

“I mean let eat this delicious food mama made and then make sure to give her a foot massage later?” He grinned over at your cheekily.

“Stiles shut up or I will rip your thr-” Derek stopped mid-sentence as you shot him the same look.

“I mean let’s eat then put on Y/N favourite film?” Derek mumbled his eyes wide.

“See now you’re getting it. Okay time to eat.” You giggled pressing a gentle kiss to Derek’s cheek.

After dinner you all put on a film and cuddled on the giant L shaped couch. Everyone was touching in some way with and Derek in the middle of what could only be classed as a puppy pile. You could stop to scared thought that this could just be another one of your dreams about Derek but every time you count your fingers and thumbs you had ten altogether. You buried you head into Derek hard chest which was surprisingly comfortable. You drew shapes absently on Derek’s chest as your listened to his heart beat. Every now and then it would rise and become louder but other than that it was a calming tempo.

Eventually everyone started leaving until you were the last on left in the newly re-built Hale house. You shuffled about as Derek walked you to the front door. As you were about to put your shoes on Derek stopped you grabbing your face and kissing you with so much emotion and roughness you knew your lips would bruise. When he pulled away, you let out a small whine from the loss but opened your eyes to look into his.

“God I’ve wanted to do that all night but I felt like I’d scar the pups.” Derek sighed softly as he started regaining his lost breath.

“Derek…What are we?” You asked softly as his hands made circles on both cheeks.

“You’re mine and I’m yours.” He responded calmly, his hands slipping into your hair. When he gripped your hair slightly you let out a whimper now thoughts of him claiming you, his eyes glowing red as he made you submit, made their way into your head. You soon started to feel your panties grow damn which as soon as Derek took a deep breath through his nose you knew he smelt because his eyes changed from icy green to crimson red.

“Stop.” He growled as your arousal got worse as his red eyes stared into yours.

“I can’t stop the fact that you turn me on Derek.” You chuckled softly, biting your lip so stop another whimper escaping when you felt his hand grip your hair tighter.

“You smell so sweet.” His left hands moved to grip your hip as he drew you closer towards him.

“If you don’t leave now I’m going to take you upstairs and claim you.” Derek growled into your ear, his fangs grazing against the shell of your ear.

“Then do it.” You panted as his mouth moved to your neck.

“You sure that’s what you want I mean we only star-”

Before he could continue rambling you grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down for a bruising kiss. Both his hands gripped your waist in a tight hold but you didn’t care if he left bruises it just meant that Derek wanted you that much he couldn’t control himself and to you that felt empowering.

“Yes I’m sure I want Alpha to claim me.” You whined softly as you pulled away from the kiss.

He didn’t answer with words instead chose to growl at my choice of words, there was something extremely attractive about his red eyes and growls that went straight to your core. You step back from him and pulled off your baby blue summer dress you were currently wearing, leaving you in your underwear, a strapless nude pink bra and matching panties. His eyes roamed over you hungrily as you made your way up the large set of stairs, swaying your hips seductively as you went. He was soon chasing after your almost fumbling like a horny teenager to get his shirt off.

Once you reached his room, you crawled onto his bed on all fours. He made his way over to you gripping your hips tightly. His right hand slowly made its way down your back pushing softly on your shoulder blades so you were face down with your lace clad ass in the air. You giggled shaking your ass at him playfully making another feral growl emit from his chest. He playfully slapped your ass making you playfully moan at him. You knew at this point you were so wet that your panties were likely soaked. His right hand made it way down my back to my ass before skimming over your lace cover pussy.

“Jesus you’re so wet.” He groaned as if this fact caused him and his dick physical pain.

“Mhm because Alpha makes me wet.” You gasped as he moved your panties to one side and ran his index finger through your wet folds.

“What does Alpha’s little kitten want?” He whispered as his lips gave small kisses to your ass cheeks which made you whine softly.

“Want Alpha’s tongue.” You managed to whisper, your hands gripping the sheets tightly in anticipation. Instead of responding he ripped your panties off, his tongue delving into your pussy as soon as the shredded panties were thrown away. You let out a breathy moan as his tongue dipped into your hole, fucking you roughly with his tongue before moving his attention to your clit giving slight kitten licks making you whimper before trying to push back on him. His hands gripped your hips keeping you firmly in place as he continued his ministrations on your dripping core. Soon his fingers entered the mix, his two fingers slowly pushing in and out making your moans louder. He started sucking on your clit making your orgasm start towards the edge.

“D-Derek am gonna’ cum.” You stuttered out barely able to even form the sentence but these words only made his finger go faster and his licks and bites get rougher. You finally felt yourself fall gripping the sheets, his name repeatedly falling from your lips over and over. Finally as you started to come down his attention stopped and you were flipped onto your back.

“Would like to stop now Y/N?” He asked as he hovered over your body his shirt gone along with his jeans leaving him in boxers with a very large noticeable hard on showing. He tucked some of your Y/H/C hair behind your ear, his actions soft and loving making you smiles up at him tiredly.

“No I want you to make love to me.” You smiled at him lovingly as he leaned down kissing your forehead. He nodded as he grabbed a condom from the nightstand, carefully rolling it on. He lifted your legs gently wrapping them around his waist, his tip now teasing your entrance. He looked at you one last time as if asking once again if this was okay but instead of answering verbally, you brought him down for a reassuring kiss. He entered you slowly your back arching softly as you gripped onto his bicep with one hand, the other gripping the sheets. You had only had sex once when you were 17 but he was a lot bigger than the guy who took your virginity. He stopped as soon as he was fully inside of you he looked down to make sure you were okay.

“You okay baby?” He asked softly caressing your face.

“Y-Yeah this is only my second time ever having…” You drifted off yours cheeks flushing tenfold.

“You should have told me I’d of prepared you more!” He whispered yelled his voice full of panic and apologies.

“It’s okay Der I’m fine now you can move.” You whispered bring him down for a chaste kiss.

He looked uncertain with your words but you moved your hips up letting out a gasp followed quickly by a moan. You moved your arms to rest around his neck pulling him down for a slow yet passion kiss as he began with slow thrusts that made you moan into the kiss. He supported himself on one arm and used the other to run his fingers through your L/S hair. He kissed the corner of your mouth as his thrust got harder but not faster. His lips placing a trail of kisses to your neck.

“Shit Y/N…Feels good.” He moaned huskily into your ear.

Your moans were gentle and worn out as you felt yourself building again. When you clenched around Derek slightly brought his hand down to draw circles against your clit. His panting and gasps getting heavier as his thrust became more uneven and messy. His other hand gripped the sheets as he felt you finally cum around his shaft.

“Derek!” Your voice shouted out as you felt yourself cum for the second time.

“I’m cumming…” He gasped as he thrust into deeper than before, making you rasp out a quiet moan. As he came his thrust became more uneven and slowed down before coming to a stop. You were both panting as he took the condom off. He tied it throwing it into the bin before he collapsed next to you. He pulled the covers from under both of you making sure your naked body was covered as he drew you in until your head was on his chest.

“I love you Y/N.” He whispered as he kissed your head, running his fingers through your hair.

“I love you too Der.” You murmured before you felt sleep take you.

I guess being pack mom isn’t so bad after all.

9

The Frozen Waterfalls of Plitvice Lakes by Tóth Tamás

In the words of the artist Tóth Tamás:

I recently went on a short, spontaneous photography trip. Three of my friends and I departed our hometown of Budapest and headed for one of Croatia’s largest National Parks surrounding the Plitvice Lakes.The total area of the National Park is 295 km2, and the surface area of the lakes is 2 km2. There are sixteen lakes positioned in a North - South direction, stretching out in a garland shape, situated in the Kapela Mountains. Over millions of years, the Korana Creek has carved a deep valley into the Southern, limestone areas of the mountain, strongly characterized by karst processes.

The formation of the Plitvice Lakes was also the result of these transformations. The limestone creates dykes, sills and other structures in the karst rivers and streams. (Contrary to typical hot water formations, limestone tufa precipitates out of cold water here). The lakes’ extreme blue color is the result of this karst occurrence.Limestone formation is a continuous process by which various waterfalls are formed. Over time, the water changes its bed, leaving its former direction dry, and in turn raising new formations elsewhere. We could say, Plitvice is never the same as before.

We practically hiked the entire area struggling with the cold and half a meter of snow. A few of my photos from the tour below.

Follow the Source Link for image sources and more information.

Of Hidden Talents (Feysand Fluff)

So this just popped into my head last night when I couldn’t sleep. Set post-ACOWAR and contains nothing but fluff.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Feyre found herself commenting, smiling slightly as she tried not to groan in pleasure under Rhys’ hands.

He chuckled from where he was seated behind her, the sound sending a thrill through her spine, even decades into their relationship. “I should hope so; I have to keep my High Lady entertained somehow. Wouldn’t want her eternity to get boring.”

“Boring? How could I ever get bored with a mate who thinks so much of himself?” She shot back, though its effect was lost when she leaned further into him, her hands running over the legs that were on either side of her. She could feel the delicious heat of his bare chest so close behind her, the thin nightdress she was wearing a poor barrier between them. 

Rhys’ fingers continued to comb through her hair, expertly separating it into three equal parts. “I take offense to that.”

Feyre let out an aborted snort. “No, you don’t.” 

“No, I don’t,” Rhys agreed, in a blithe voice.

They fell into a comfortable silence then, built on years of learning how to just be together. Neither of them felt the need to always fill the air between them with pointless chatter. Oh, they liked to joke and bicker… but they also knew when to let words fade away and just enjoy each other’s company.

It had been happening more of late, likely because Rhys had refused to leave Feyre’s side for the past few months. He was a constant presence at her side, though he did his best not to hover too much (he knew all too well how she loathed feeling locked in, how it still made her bones lock up in fear, even after all this time). He needn’t have worried; Feyre never, never felt tied down by her mate, never felt confined by him. She knew that even now, when he was so concerned about her, he would give her space if she asked.

(He’d once told her, in a fit of hopeless romanticism, that he would give her the very stars above Velaris if he could. Feyre had believed him, of course, if only because she said she would do the same for him.)

So Feyre was quiet, letting Rhys gently braid her hair as if he’d done it hundreds of times before. She’d been utterly surprised when he’d offered to do it for her earlier, after he’d heard her curse in front of the mirror while she struggled with trying to tame her wild locks into something more manageable. Feyre was so tired these days and sore too, the heavier she got. And she was constantly hot then cold, her hair always in the way and, Cauldron, she didn’t care for it much now and all the work it took to keep it neat, not when she was already so uncomfortable. She’d been beyond tempted to just chop it all off, had Rhys not stepped in when he did with his innocuous offer.

At first she tried to deny the existence of a problem but she really couldn’t hide anything from Rhys; he knew her too well, felt her struggles through their mating bond and tried to ease her discomfort as much as he could. (Rightly so, Feyre sometimes thought when she particularly annoyed with how limited she was lately, considering he’s the one that put me into this situation in the first place.) 

So here they were, Rhys’s gentle hands working wonders on Feyre’s nerves, his fingers softly tugging at her hair as he built the braid into something spectacular; Feyre herself was usually no slouch when it came her hair (at least when she wasn’t so cranky), but she had the feeling that Rhys was even better. So many hidden talents, this mate of mine.

“Where’d you learn to do this?” she finally asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She’d felt his hesitancy when he first offered, that pang of grief that he’d been unable to conceal from her.

“My sister,” Rhys said after a long pause. His voice had lost that light-hearted edge from earlier, filled instead with wistful regret. “She’d come to me when our mother was too busy for it. She could have asked the servants, of course… but she liked to spend a few moments with me, I think. She continued to ask even long after she could do it by herself. I never had the heart to say no.” 

Feyre’s own heart ached for her mate, for the family he’d lost so long ago. He rarely spoke of the little sister she’d never meet, even less so than his mother. From what she’d gleaned over the years, his sister had been quite a bit younger than him, had looked up to him in a way no one else ever had. Feyre couldn’t even imagine what it had been like for him to have to bury her broken body.

She rubbed her thumbs comfortingly over the sides of his knees. I’m sorry, she sent softly to him through their bond. I’m sorry

Rhys’ mind caressed hers. Me too.

Feyre kept running her hands soothingly over him, tempted to turn around and pull him to her, wrap her arms around those broad shoulders of his. She didn’t though; the act of braiding seemed to calm him… like coming home to something he’d thought he’d long forgotten. (Still, she wished she could protect him from all the pain he endured… but that same pain had made him into the wonderful male he was today.) 

When he was finally done, she saw his finished work briefly through his eyes, the image flashing through her mind.

“It’s beautiful,” Feyre said with a smile, reaching up to run her fingers over the intricate pattern he’d managed to weave her hair into. “Thank you.”

Rhys’ strong arms around wrapped around her body, finally pulling her back to rest against his chest. “I figured it was about time I got some practice,” he whispered in her ear as he moved one hand to cover her rounded belly. “I wouldn’t want our poor daughter to be left with an inept father.”

Feyre tangled her fingers with Rhys’, holding them over her stomach, where their unborn baby was slowly growing. “You could never be an inept father, Rhys,” she told him softly. Rhys only pressed kiss under her jaw in response, though she could feel his quiet gratitude for her faith in him. “Besides, how do you know it’ll be a girl?” Feyre continued, turning her head so she could arch an eyebrow at him.

Mischief lit his violet eyes. “Perhaps I asked Elain.”

Feyre leveled a look at him. “Elain would never tell you, even if she knew.” Her sister had become quite the responsible seer over the years, never revealing more than was necessary. (Well, that and Feyre had wanted it to be a surprise, telling Elain in no uncertain terms not to let Rhys charm the answer out of her.)

“Then let’s call it a father’s intuition,” Rhys replied now, unable to stop his grin.

Feyre laughed, leaning her head against the edge of his jaw. “She’s going to have you wrapped around her little finger, isn’t she?” 

“Of course,” he kissed her forehead, his happiness a near tangible thing. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Feyre could only cuddle in closer. She looked at where their joined hands were resting on her belly. Don’t worry, baby, she thought, we love you already, no what you turn out to be.

(A few years later, when their daughter runs up to Feyre, her hair braided in a crown around her head, little flowers carefully tucked in the midnight blue strands, she doesn’t need to ask who did it. Rhys’ proud smile is answer enough.)

* Autistic Percy who stims with riptide and doesn’t understand why people ask if he’s ever written with it, because that’s not what it’s for???
* Autistic Percy who spends hours in the shower or in the sea because the water feels amazing around him
* Autistic Percy who makes an effort to not use sarcasm around people who don’t understand it (*cough* Reyna *cough*) and will try his best to explain it if some accidentally slips out
* Autistic Percy who used to deny that he was autistic because autistic people can’t understand sarcasm, right?????
* Autistic Percy who can’t stand tight clothes because it feels like he can’t move with them on, like he’s suffocating or drowning
* Autistic Percy who loves petting fish because their scales feel so smooth and cold and nice
* Autistic Percy who doesn’t like looking people in the eye, especially after Luke
* Autistic Percy who has to wear earmuffs when he goes out because the city is too loud and overwhelming
* Autistic Percy who’s terrified of having meltdowns because what if he creates a storm or a hurricane???
* Autistic Percy who’s special interest is gardening after he comes back from Calypso’s Island, who loves the feel of soil and who calls up Grover to infodump about gardening and ask for help and techniques
* Autistic Percy who needs his garden to be organised perfectly, it must be, it has to be
* Autistic Percy who can’t eat food that’s meant to be hot cold because it’s wrong, so wrong!!!
* Autistic Percy who always wears the same jumper because it’s a comfort item and feels so soft and nice
* Autistic Percy who goes nonverbal after nightmares and battles
* Autistic Percy who’s voice is naturally monotone and has resting bitch face because he can’t expression right, especially in the morning
* Autistic Percy who can’t give good motivational speeches because wtf am I supposed to say to these neurotypicals wtf will motivate them wtf do they want me to say???
* Autistic Percy who dissociates at the worst times
* Autistic Percy who gets along better with Blackjack and Mrs. O'Leary than he does with the other campers

Just… autistic Percy

The Club

Characters: Dean x Reader

Summary:  Reader and Dean go undercover at a strip club

Word Count:  2406

Warnings: Extreme over usage of the word ‘fuck’, smut

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom.

Originally posted by acklesjensen

The Club

Dean holds out a pink shopping bag. “I had to guess the size,” he says, “but I think it’ll fit.”

Hesitantly, you take it. Moving aside the tissue paper, you pull out the lacy g-string and bra. Can you even call it a bra? It’s two barely-there triangles of fabric held together with flimsy string. At the bottom of the bag are stiletto heels. It’s so tiny, there’s no way it’s the right size.

“Uh-uh,” you shake your head, shoving everything back into the bag. “No fucking way.”  

Dean gives you an exasperated look. “We’ve been over this. It’s the best way to get information. And our guy targets strippers. You chat up the girls that work in the club while I keep an eye on the audience.”

Yeah, you bet he’ll be keeping an eye on things. On all those scantily clad women with perfect fucking bodies that look nothing like you. You’ll be wearing next to nothing with all eyes on you, including Dean’s. It’s pretty much the most mortifying thing you can think of. If only it were Sam going with you to the club, at least you’d feel a little less anxious. It’d still be embarrassing for Sam to see you nearly naked, gyrating on a stage in front of a crowd of men, but it’s Sam. He’s the safe brother. He’s not the one that makes you feel hot and cold at the same time. He’s not the one that makes your heart race every time he’s within your reach. He’s not the one that you think about when you touch yourself at night.

“Listen,” Dean says, clapping a hand on your shoulder. It’s meant to be a reassuring gesture, but it only makes you more anxious. “We’ve all had to play roles that we didn’t want to, but you got this. I’ll be there the whole time. Here.”  

He hands you another bag, this one filled with scented lotion, glitter body spray and a shit-ton of makeup. “For real?” you ask.

“Trust me,” he says with a smug grin. “I’m an expert on strippers.”

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Derek Hale first saw Stiles Stilinski on February 15th. They were both standing at the now discounted candy display at Target, Stiles grabbing all the heart shaped Reece’s and Derek the candy hearts (they don’t taste like plastic, shut up Laura).

He was mesmerized by the other man, from his disheveled hair to his hands, Derek was entranced. Even the way Stiles moved had a certain odd grace and charm to it, or it did until Stiles tripped into the shelf. 

Boxes upon boxes of candy had rained down and Stiles had laughed, head thrown back as he did before he said, “Typical. St. Valentine is really out to get me.”

The laugh had sounded like music to Derek’s ears, but it also reminded him that he was openly staring at the man on the floor. He had offered his hand to help him up, which Stiles accepted and then introduced himself. The skin on skin contact was electric, Derek hadn’t let go once Stiles was standing, but then again neither had Stiles.

It has escalated from there, they ended up getting coffee at the local shop down the road, and then they ended up back at Stiles apartment where they spent several eventful hours in Stiles bedroom. 

Derek hadn’t expected Stiles’ number, he hadn’t expected Stiles to want to see him again, so he was pleased when Stiles had taken Derek’s phone and put his number in before calling himself so he’d have Derek’s too. 

When Derek had left the next morning he hadn’t expected Stiles to call for at least a few days, so when his phone rang before he was even home, he figured he had left something behind. When Stiles asked him to lunch Derek realized that nothing about Stiles was what he usually expected in other people. 

The entire next year of Derek’s life felt like the best kind of whirlwind. Stiles was everything he didn’t know he wanted in a partner. He was funny and smart, he was an asshole and incredibly honest, he was a hot cup of coffee in the morning and cold pizza for dinner. Derek loved it, Derek loved him.

They skipped the whole Valentine’s celebration the following year, neither of them were really big fans of the day. Stiles ended up picking up a shift at the station and Derek babysat for Laura so she and Mike could have a night out. 

The next day Stiles and Derek ended up at the same Target to get discounted candy, except this time when Stiles ended up on the ground it was because he was on one knee proposing to Derek and not because he tripped over his own feet. 

It wasn’t a typical proposal, but then again, they weren’t a typical couple. They were so much more. 

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hc that when alec g lightwood finds out he can just *tuck* his chin over magnus's shoulder because they're almost the same height he just. never really stops doing it. when magnus is making breakfast. reading. cooking potions that could definitely kill you, alexander, you might want to step back. and sometimes obvi, when that's not the case he can turn his head and press kisses up and down magnus' neck bc have you seen his neck g o d.

please see yourself out

because this is exactly the god damn thing. your boy alec lightwood loves tucking his chin over magnus’s shoulder. he loves rolling his shoulders over and resting against his back, his chin pushed into the dip at the outer edge. he does it on the couch when magnus is reading and he wants to go to bed but magnus isn’t ready yet. he does it at parties when magnus is talking to someone and too preoccupied to give him much attention. he does it when magnus is transcribing contracts or translating books, the blue of magnus’s magic glowing over his features.

and when magnus says things, whatever it is, alec doesn’t pull his head up to respond. he stares up at magnus and bobs his chin against magnus’s shoulder and magnus feels his heart stop short in his chest cause alec isn’t trying to be cute… but god damn if he isn’t anyway. it almost makes magnus want to roll his eyes but his chest is burning too hot to even think about it.

other times he rests his head there and falls asleep, softly snoring and sometimes drooling on magnus’s shirt. other times yes, it’s just his head tucked there, pressing in closer, fingertips on magnus’s waist as he pushes his mouth up against magnus’s neck, mouthing a warm wet line down his neck. because magnus’s neck is too good and alec can’t get his mouth off of it if he’s honest. he can’t stop dragging his tongue over it and sinking his teeth into it, pushing his nose against magnus’s adam’s apple and sinking his fingers deeper into him.

this happens whether he’s pressed up against magnus’s chest or whether he’s pressed up against his back. sometimes he just pushes his nose into the soft hair at magnus’s nape, breathing in him, breath hot against the strands of hair, making magnus shiver underneath his fingertips. other times he drops his head lower, pushing his face in between magnus’s shoulder blades, when he’s cold and he wants to soak up magnus’s warmth. and it’s the same with his chest, his lips pushed against one of magnus’s collarbones, shoulders bent and head tilted, breathing softly against magnus’s exposed skin.

and always magnus wraps an arm around him or slides a hand down his back, or reaches back to grab at his fingers, chuckling and smiling, eyelids drooping because alec just loves being in his space and that’s a good feeling.

psycho 02 / taehyung

Originally posted by sunshine-yj

summary: ‘’you’re mine now baby girl’’

warning and a note: this story has some sexual harassment in it so if you are uncomfortable with reading this kind of story please stop right here, i understand this might be hurtful to some people but this is just my crazy imagination and I’m sorry if you have ever experienced anything like this and I also wish this doesn’t happen to anyone ever, i know that taehyung isn’t like this in real life this is just a story

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‘’scared of me?’’ taehyung hissed in your ear making you shiver all over your body. he had his hands still on you, getting more and more into you pressing you firmly against the door. with no where to run or to do anything you could just stay still and wait for it what’s to happen. taehyung didn’t seem like he’s going to let go of you that easily, it’s like he enjoyed whatever he was doing but out of unknown reason. and the most important question why and why you?

he moved his face down to your neck, feeling the hot heath of his breath on your skin made you nervous and most importantly scared. you could feel something wet on your skin and soon you noticed he was pressing his lips on your neck right where you’re sweet spot was. since you found him quite attractive it was very hard to fight back and refuse to make him stop what he was doing. but the feeling he was giving you, well you have never felt something like that. trying to move your neck out of his way didn’t work since he then put one of his hands on your neck turning it to his left side he then glided his tongue on your neck.

‘’stop please…’’ you finally managed to say while he just laughed into your neck doing it over and over again. what was even more surprising is that you didn’t cry, usually in a situation where a guy is doing something a girl fights back but you just stood there. maybe it was the alcohol or you just found him attractive, or should we say hot.

‘’taehyung…’’ you said but this time it wasn’t your normal way of saying it, it sounded like you moaned his name a bit. you instantly felt hot and you could feel blood rush all over your body. 

‘’yes baby girl? am i making you feel good’’ moving his face away from your neck he finally looks up at you with his eyes. those eyes that he gave you just minutes before he caught you in the bathroom. licking his lips he ran his thumb over your’s as he kept staring at them. each time he would touch you it gave you goosebumps but at the same time also some fear. 

realizing this is all so wrong you get a chance of pushing him back with full force as he landed on the ground hitting his head on the rim of the bathtub. quickly turning around and trying to get out, he was again too fast for you so this time he pressed his chest against your back while your head was against the door. 

‘’you trying to mess with me huh?’’ his hot breath was replaced with a cold one but it wasn’t his breath. it was something sharp almost cutting your skin. noticing how he pushed your head back a bit in the mirror you saw that he was holding a knife against your neck. a smaller one though that he pulled out of his pockets before slamming you against the door again.

‘’taehyung…please don’t..’’ fearing for yourself you started crying. tears kept coming and coming now finally you were scared for your own life. not knowing what he wants was even scarier and also with no chance to run you just waited until he would slit your throat.

he suddenly packs his knife back into his pocket turning you around just like he did before only to hold your face in his hands. he made you look up at him as his eyes were different. filled with sadness he ran both of his thumbs against your cheeks wiping the tears away.

‘’teaehyung let me go please why are you doing this to me?’’ you managed to say back but between sobs. who knows what time it was and if your friend is worried sick where you are. reality is she isn’t here and she cannot help you. you are on your own in this.

‘’shhh baby don’t cry…were going to go home okay? i’m so sorry i never wanted to make you cry it is all may fault’’ you noticed tears at the corner of his eyes but you just didn’t get it why in the world was he crying at all. you were the one in pain while he was enjoying whatever he was doing. 

you nodded at his comment and he opened the door holding you by the waist, almost digging his fingers into your skin making sure you won’t escape. as the two of you were passing by the crowds you noticed your friend was no where to be seen, as she might of went home or is looking for you. taehyung started leading you to his car opening the door and buckling you in. for sure you thought he was going to take you home, just in that moment you felt as he realized he was doing wrong things. calming your self down he started the car and you didn’t even care if he was drunk or not you just wanted to get home and go to sleep. forever forget about all of this.

but soon you saw that the two of you were getting further and further from the city. the shiny road was now replaced with a dark one, no light around except the one his car was giving. less and less houses were beside the road or if the houses were there they were all so bad looking. basically as if no one hasn’t lived there for years.

‘’taehyung where are you taking me? my house isn’t there..’’

he turned to you around with one hand on the wheel the other one placed now on your thigh, giving you a smirk he proceeded to say

‘’you’re not going anywhere, you’re mine now baby girl’’

Friends Part 6

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2749 (ops)

Warnings: Fluffy, sadness and all flashbacks are in italic

Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing.

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Originally posted by flyngdream

The elevator ride was torture, it felt like hours and hours but in reality, you know that was only a few minutes.  You take a deep breath looking in the mirror of the elevator, your lips are puffy from the kiss and your neck is red from his beard scratching you.

You look like a mess.

All you want is go home, take off this bikini that is making you feel exposed and take a long hot shower. You feel like you made a huge mistake, you just don’t know what the mistake was. If it was the kiss or never letting Bucky say whatever was that he wanted to say to you.

You tap your pockets looking for your car keys, you curse yourself when you remember that you came here with Bucky and now you don’t have any idea how you are going to get home. Anyone you might ask for a ride, it’s going to ask a lot of questions and you don’t want to answer any of it.

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The signs as the fucking sky
  • Aries: the bloody fucking sunset because it's so glorious and they feel empowered
  • Taurus: the sky when it's fucking snowing because it is pretty and un/conventional but makes them feel excited and relaxed and full of good intentions
  • Gemini: the fucking lil moving rain cloud so that one second it rains and the other it doesn't because they make them analyze and appreciate life and makes them curios and smol
  • Cancer: the sky during a fucking drizzle because it is small and cute but annoying as fuck and can make a whole city stop but when they are at home and watch it makes them feel cozy and happy
  • Leo: The fucking midday sun in the middle of the summer in a clear sky because it is the centre if the sky and attracts all eyes also it is hot as fuck and makes leos feel at home
  • Virgo: a fucking clear blue sky on a sunny and breezy day because it is perfect and they love perfection and it makes them feel relaxed for once
  • Libra: the fucking grey sky during a storm because the lightning,the rain's sound and its smell calm them down and makes them feel warm as if they have expressed themselves enough; cozy.
  • Scorpio: the fucking black midnight clear sky because it is so dark and mysterious and beautiful (pure fucking beauty) and just makes them question life and feel alive
  • Sagittarius: a fucking hurricane because they fucking can hell yeah it is scary but beautiful and a natural phenomenon and they feel afraid but at the same time want to run outside even if they know they would die. It wakes them up
  • Capricorn: a 11am 2 oktas(if they are called like this) ( partially covered/random lil white clouds) sky because it is perfect in its own way and is not cold nor hot and there is neither too much light nor too little and is just perfect and makes them feel protected
  • Aquarius: the fucking rainbow in the middle of a tropical storm (i know you expected it people) because it is unexpected and surprises them and makes them question life in a good way and makes them feel like anything is possible(=happy)
  • Pisces: the fucking sunrise because it is soft and comforting and makes them smile and warms up their heart making it their beloved reward for waking up so early to see it
Tanked // Kim Jongin

Originally posted by blondejongin

Summary: You’ve no idea how to look after fish, and after coming under the unexpected ownership of some, you need some help - and the help is cute as hell.
Scenario: fluff, petstore!AU
Word Count: 5,168

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6am: ArchiexReader

hey guys, just a quick oneshot that I threw together. idk, having major archie feels. feedback would be appreciated if you don’t hate it. 

Summary: Archie waking you up in the middle of the night. Basically just complete fluff.

Originally posted by juggiehead

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Krasivaya-Chapter 9

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Powers: Think Jean from X-men with Immortality thrown in and healing abilities

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression, Anxiety.

The pic below is what i picture the readers combat gear looks like

Song: Kehlani-Gangsta

That fucking combat suit, the one which made his thighs look good enough to bite, along with the tight vest straining over his chest, sets you groaning into Steve’s neck as he piggybacks you to the quinjet. The next two weeks were going to be torture.

“Deep breaths, baby doll,” he says as Natasha chuckles throatily beside you.

“How does he make that look so good?” you wonder aloud, eyes wide.

Steve snorts. “Hey now, can’t have my best girl ogling other men!”

Giggling, you give his shoulder a playful smack. “Ah, Cap, you look good enough to eat in that striped suit of yours,” you purr into his ear.

He blushes deeply and Natasha guffaws louder. “Careful, sestra. You might break him.”

Smiling down at your friend, you make to retort when Bucky’s annoyed voice cuts through the jovial atmosphere.  “We need to move,” he states. His eyes, trained on Steve’s hands gripping the back of your thighs to keep you steady, brings you crashing back to reality.

You untangle yourself from Steve, adjusting your hood, smoothing down non existent creases. “Alright then,” you mutter, straining on your tiptoes to kiss Steve’s cheek.

He smirks, pulls you in by the back of the neck, and plants a ferocious kiss to your lips. When he’s done, he murmurs against your lips, making sure to keep the glowering visage of one James Barnes from overhearing, “Be safe. And this is your chance. Give him hell.”

You sigh. Fat chance of that happening. He made his feelings for you crystal clear, and you were done pining for someone who was never going to be yours. You embrace Natalia, lingering longer than necessary in the embrace.

“Zabotit’sya o tvoyey sem’ye,” she whispers into your hair.

Take care of yourself…

“Always, sister. Don’t worry overmuch for me.”

She hold you at arm’s length, gaze sweeping over your form, committing you to memory. Nodding  once, she strides away from the jet.

Assassins, you think, snorting lightly at her behavior. They’re so dramatic.

Sparing a curt nod in Bucky’s direction, you walk onto the jet. Strapping yourself into the seat, you stare fixedly at the wall, willing yourself not to glance his direction. To be as professional as you can. You have two weeks stuck in a confined room, doing surveillance, you do not need more tension.

He takes the seat beside you, the click of the seat belt drawing you out of your thoughts. He clears is throat as the quinjet takes off. “So, you an’ Stevie are pretty serious, huh?”

You quirk a brow at the offside question. Nibbling at your lower lip, you try and formulate a plausible way to dodge the question. When you look up at him, his gaze is trained on your now red lips.

Trance-like, he reaches forward, gently runs his finger over it. “Don’ do that,” he says thickly.

You jerk away from the touch, stung by the familiarity in the action, the gentleness of it. You feel hot and cold at the same time, wanting to lean into the caress and run as far away as you can. “James,” you husk out as he snaps back to himself.

“Sorry, you and Steve, huh?”

Feeling slightly whip-lashed by the bizarre turn of events, you eye him warily. “That’s really not your business, Sergeant. You should ask Steve,” you reply coolly.

He rumbles out a growl. “I ain’t asking him, am I, doll face? I’m askin you, and I want a straight answer!” he snaps.

You level him with an icy glare. “This has nothing to do with the mission Sergeant. I am happy to answer anything pertaining to what we are doing. My personal life, however, is none of your business. I would appreciate it if we kept things professional. Just like you wanted.”

He sits back in his chair, head banging against the wall with enough force to make you wince. “So, this is how it’s gonna be now? This is what ya want?” He lets out a humorless laugh. “Fine. I’ll do what ya want, Agent.”

You bite down on your anger, bristling at his tone. “If you knew what I wanted, James Buchanan Barnes, we wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place!”

His brow furrows in confusion. “Whadda ya mean by that?” he asks, something akin to hope in his eyes.

You brush it off as fancy and reply, “We have a long flight, and I’m in no mood to fight with you.” Pulling out earphones from your duffel bag, you place them in your ears, drowning out any response he may have made.

This was going to be a long two weeks. You had no idea how you were going to manage being so close to the object of your affection, and keep a lid on your emotions at the same time.

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Hot ‘n Cold

♥ Hi Guys, here is another fulfilled request, well it’s just smut so here we go. I hope you guys enjoy. Feel free to leave some feedback, drop an ask, send me a message, or leave a request. Found any mistakes? Tell me I would love to fix them, als tag in the lovely @moderndeathsblog because you are my muse and you love Loki so I hope you like it as well♥ Deutsche Version auf meiner Masterlist.


Request:  Can you please do a smut with Jotun!Loki? Just anything sensual and hot with him.


  • Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
  • Summary: You want to see Loki’s true form and he grant you your wish and discover a new kink of yours.
  • Warnings: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), temperature play, Loki in his jotun form, Loki uses his frost giant abilities, PWP!
  • Words: 1760

You sat impatiently on your large, soft, and royal bed in the huge bedroom, you shared with your boyfriend. The only thing that covered your body was a lace bra and matching slip in elegant emerald green, a little gift for your favorite god. It was already late at night and some candles illuminated your room with warm light while still some warm night air was blowing in through the open balcony. You took a sip  from your glass of water while you waited for Loki to walk through the door.

You had a special fantasy in your mind,  for ages and you wanted to try it out so badly  with your boyfriend if he would play along. You knew that this wasn’t Loki’s favorite subject and he was reluctant to mention this topic and you hoped that your appearance and the fact that you really wanted to do it would change his mind.

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