deeper seas

description of Connor Kenway: Precious cinnamon roll too good, too pure for this world. Cares for other people more than he cares for himself. Would climb sheer rock faces to pick flowers to help a friend court a lady. Loves and cares for his friends like family. Actual personification of a ray of sunshine, the smell of baking cookies, and the first breath of spring after a long winter. Simultaneously a puppy and a warm loaf of freshly-baked bread.

also a description of Connor Kenway: Ferocious man-bear who would CASUALLY RUN ACROSS A BATTLEFIELD like he was making a trip to the grocery store. Mows down an entire squadron of Redcoats in 5 minutes. Thunderstorm and cyclone given human form. War drums and eagle shrieks would not sound out of place any time he makes an appearance. Could probably fight a hurricane and win.

To my Valentine, I love you.
—  I shouldn’t start a love letter with an apology, but I think you’ll come to find it sincere. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be the first person to kiss you, the first time someone kissed my lips I understood that to love is to be in pain– but my sister had to explain that love shouldn’t hurt, it should be painless. The light breeze while you’re outside exploring the city during spring kind of feeling. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be the first person to hold you, the first person to hold my hands said that I shouldn’t regret anything or anyone because in this moment? This very second… you wanted it with every part of your being. It doesn’t matter in the end, the only thing that matters is the journey. The road that led you to me will ultimately lead you back to yourself. I’m sorry that I won’t be the first person to make you feel love. The ocean is a heart and I’ve been building a sandcastle that’s tall enough to seek you out. I’m sorry that I won’t be the one you’ll show off to your mother. I’m sorry that you’ll think about me when sleep is close to impossible. Valentine’s Day no longer holds value to me. I’ve been doing some thinking lately about who I am as a writer and what it means to say I love you. To love someone enough to let them go. To love someone enough to tell them to grow without you. To love someone enough that you’re willing to explain the reasons as to why it won’t work just yet. To love yourself enough to come to terms with it. One day someone’s going to treat you better than I ever will. One day someone’s going to ask you to marry him. One day someone’s going to have your smile. One day someone’s going to leave you love letters near the kitchen sink. One day someone’s going to pretend to spoon feed you during dinner and pull you in for a kiss. One day someone’s going to write poems for you and mean it when he says I want you to be mine forever. One day someone’s going to be right beside you. He’ll be right there. By your side, as the sun hits your curtains and you’re struggling to get out of bed– he’ll swing those curtains open and jump scare you. He’s going to sing for you while you’re in the shower. He’ll hold you while you’re having nightmares. He’ll reason with you intellectually if you’re ever in a dispute about art and poetry. He’ll walk you down that aisle and never think twice. He won’t do drugs and he’ll be healthy. He won’t smoke cigarettes and he won’t be perfect, but my god, he’ll make you forget about me. You’re stubborn and hard headed, you’re just like me. You’re smart and colorful down to the bristles of your soul. As an artist and a writer, we are compelled to chase after a love story fitting to declare war upon ourselves. You’re going to paint his life like how I’ve done for you. He’s going to squeeze your palms and ask for a dance. He’s going to hold your hips and ask for a walk. The moon will be out and you’ll enjoy your night. Love screams from a multidimensional place– I’ve seen seen love crash and burn. I’ve seen love destroy and rebuild. I’ve seen love light enough to blind us from ever seeing the truth. I’ve seen a love that’s frightening. I’ve seen terror within the night– you’re only sober if it feels right. I’ve seen who I am and I’m still lost. Some words cost us an eternity of apologies. Some feelings never leave us, even if the people do. You’re more than what I can ask for, you’re more than you know. We’ve been down this road before. Some day we’ll forget about who we are today, some day we’ll change forever. Some day you’ll understand the why, some day you’ll find the who, some day he’ll bring you to the where, some day he’ll show you what’s in his heart, and you’ll realize about the how. I’m still searching for myself– I’m falling deeper into a sea that isn’t designed for swimming. I’m stuck in a place that only has room for one person. Do you ever feel like there’s something wrong with the way that we are? Something’s always missing in the daily routine, there’s something broken inside of my head. Love letters sprinkled with heartfelt laughter– I wish I could give you that. I only want the best for you even if that person isn’t me.

Was this film not savaged by Malaysian censors? Have the Russians not forbidden any child from bearing witness? Did a theater in Alabama not go full Footloose?

A man goes into a live-action Beauty And The Beast with a certain set of expectations, one of those being a completely flaming gay tryst featuring Josh Gad and a chorus line of semen-soaked villagers. Instead, and do brace yourself for some fearsome spoilers, I had Josh Gad dancing in courtly fashion with another man for literally three seconds of screen time just as the end credits begin to roll. That was the gay? That was homosexual? My word, I’ve had gayer times at the county fair with a corn dog. Every single time a straight dude showers at the gym, he’s about 3,000 gay leagues deeper in the gay sea than this. You’re gayer by proxy just driving by a highway rest stop.

I too am outraged by the gayness in Disney’s Beauty And The Beast, because there is none. There’s a man who, if you read into the less-than-subtle subtext of the film, is quite possibly homosexual, but who commits about as many homosexual acts as the clock does.

Why ‘Beauty And The Beast’ Isn’t Nearly Gay Enough

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Summary: A series of firsts; Betty and Jughead explore the steamy side of being a couple.

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(Warning: MUCH SIN AHEAD! This is a pure smutty fic, way explicit and utterly graphic. It follows Betty and Jughead down the road of testing the waters with each other until the inevitable happens ;) You asked, so I deliver :P I also tried to incorporate it into the plot of Rivedale in order for the story to have a much more realistic sense in a way! Anyway, thank you so much darlings for your compliments and your amazing feedback!! I hope you all enjoy!)


 La Petite Mort - 1. Innocence Lost

I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor

Love is all, all my soul

You’re my playground love

A light breeze caresses the leaves of the oak tree next to Betty’s opened window and twirls inside her dimly lit room to the beat of some mellow tunes that echo lightly from her golden rose laptop. The ruffle curtains sway under the feathery force of the physical change that disrupted the otherwise calm evening, the shadow of the sheer material dancing over the profile of the two teens that are tangled up with each other on the princess-like double bed at the center of the room.  They are in their own world of first time loving and blissful adolescent ignorance, enjoying the momentary peace and quiet of their hectic small town, drama-filled lifestyle, getting lost in the feeling of drowning deeper and deeper in a sea of amour and lust.

Wet sounds of tongues lazily exploring the new-found territory of each other’s lips and steady beating of two Eros wounded hearts are suppressed by the singer’s voice that urges them to carry on in the background and Jughead is ashamed to admit that his mind fails to register what movie that song musically decorated, even though he swears it’s in the tip of his tongue. But then again the tip of his tongue is now being sucked by Betty Cooper’s voluptuous lips and he can hardly pinpoint anything anymore, not even his own name.

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Dating Taehyung would include:

(idk if this is okay)

  • - Random ‘’animals on the street’ snaps
  • - “Babe look at that cat”
  • - “Baby did you see that puppy?”
  • - Waking up to a snoring drooling mess
  • - Deeper than the sea morning voice Tae
  • - Sings you to sleep once in a while
  • - He brings you tea/coffee all the time
  • - Or flowers. But like in pots
  • - “I saw this and and i thought you’d like it”
  • - Always cooking the same 5 recipes because you know them and that way you can fool around w/o fucking up dinner
  • BTS members randomly appearing in your home 
  • - If he’s sad he’ll want you to leave him alone during the day but at night when he climbs into bed he’ll just drop his walls completely
  • - Rapping
  • - Like he be rapping about folding the laundry and shit
  • - Or about dogs
  • - You have a pile of clothes that is the ‘sharing’ pile 
  • - Most socks are sharing socks
  • - Video games 
  • - Cursing each other out like crazy people
  • - You have matching camouflage PJ's 
  • - “Babe where are you??????”
  • - “Where’s that voice coming from????” “OW”
  • - Asks you how you are aaaaall the time
  • - “You sure you’re okay?”
  • - You lose each other when shopping. Every time without fail
  • - “DID YOU SEE THIS?” You echo each other as you show each other the exact same thing
  • - “We’re so cool” 
  • - Doesn’t get angry very often.
  • - Is hot af when he does
  • - Family oriented af
  • - All family events are important events
  • - His cousins hang out w you two a lot
  • - It’s super nice cause Tae plays w them all day and you can make snacks and watch movies w them when they’re all tired out 
  • - Your heart explodes a little the first time they call you auntie 
  • - So does Tae's 
BTS Reaction to Another Member Asking You to be Their GF

Incognito; bts reacts to another member asking you out like to be their gf kind of thing?? Please and thank you!

Note: Thanks for having manners love! I hope it’s to your liking ~ *credit to gif owners*


Jin ➳ How was he supposed to act like? Hoseok looked so happy when he asked you to be his with his arms wide opened, and when you teared up as the sun literally lit up before you, you ran into his arms as he embraced you into a very loving hug. Seokjin could only look away, trying not to witness your happiness as he was the only one who was slowly drowning deeper and deeper into the sea, not being able to breathe at the thought of seeing the one he loved oh so much belong to someone else. He could only stare at what he wished could be his happily ever after, because it was now something that was beyond his reach.

Originally posted by leojuseyo


Suga ➳ All emotion drained him, watching the way Jungkook held your hand in uttermost affection as he watched the two of you become so smitten of each other. His throat was dry, threatening to throw a sarcastic remark from his lips but he held it in, sealing every feeling he could feel as he tried to desperately push them into the darkest pits of his mind. His eyes wouldn’t leave your build, and once Jungkook had noticed this, he became slightly irritated. “Yes, hyung?” He asked in annoyance, gaining your attention as you glanced to Yoongi in innocence, “do you need anything from my girlfriend?”

The older could only gulp as he blinked, “yes, actually,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes softening as he became quiet. I need her to be mine.

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J-Hope ➳ He had taken you to the rooftop alone to show you the city lights, and possibly, ask you out on a date. The breeze was pleasant, and once he turned to you to find you looking to him in curiousness, he had opened his mouth to speak before he was cut off. The boys came roaring in squeals as they pushed Namjoon to the rooftop and before you, the leader flushing in embarrassment before he would be asking you to be his girlfriend. Hoseok could only smile in pain to himself the moment you nodded before Namjoon would give you a toothy grin as he intertwined your fingers. The moment the boys cheered and cat called, Hoseok sighed as tears would cloud his vision. It just wasn’t meant to be, he was a second too late.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


RapMonster ➳ “I love you.” Everyone’s heads snapped up to Yoongi who had bluntly told you his feelings while you were speaking to Namjoon, and the silver haired man could only watch you as your cheeks suddenly flushed scarlet while being too speechless to speak. But compared to Namjoon, at least you were only shocked; he felt like his heart could burst at any moment as it was suddenly clogged in his throat. Tears were beginning to brim his eyes the moment you smiled and returned his feelings, and once that gummy smile appeared onto Yoongi’s features, pulling you flush against his chest—Namjoon could only pretend to yawn to wipe the tears away before they could be seen. As others said, he should have confessed before it was too late.

Originally posted by jonghyunslisterine


Jimin ➳ Time stopped once he saw Taehyung asking you to be his. Jimin wished on anything that you would decline, he wanted you to be happy but not with the younger man, he wanted you to be happy with him. But when you accepted and Taehyung’s face lit up the whole room and possibly the universe before pecking you on the lips, Jimin could only become angry as fate had already intertwined your destinies together. No, this couldn’t be happening, Jimin felt like it was all a mistake, and as everyone congratulated you two he couldn’t stop himself from saying, “Are you sure Taehyung would make you happy?” The whole room became quiet and Jimin could only chuckle to himself, because he knew for a fact that he would do anything to make you happier.

Originally posted by nnochu


V ➳ Jimin had come to him asking for help, telling the younger that he was going to ask someone to be his but never in his life did Taehyung think it was going to be you. He loves you more than anything, and his eyes were bulging the moment you walked through the main door only to be surprised as Jimin gave you a bouquet of roses. He was annoyed, knowing he shouldn’t be since you technically didn’t belong to him but oh, did he wish you did. He couldn’t stand seeing you two being so lovey-dovey, and he couldn’t stand the way the guys would coo at the new couple. Eventually, Namjoon asked him if he was okay, and Taehyung felt like he was as easy to read as glass while he shook his head no; eventually grabbing his coat and taking an abrupt leave.

Originally posted by baepsaeboyss


Jungkook ➳ It was your birthday and he was beyond ecstatic, planning to do things with you to make thing perfect but when he was waiting for you, only to see you walking to him with Seokjin hand in hand — his world shattered. He didn’t have the heart to cancel the plans, eventually inviting the rest of the boys so he wouldn’t third wheel but he was deeply hurt. He couldn’t stop seeing the way you looked at Seokjin, and he definitely didn’t like how the older looked to you the same way Jungkook himself did when you were alone. He couldn’t stand hearing everyone talking about your relationship with the older, asking many questions on how it happened and why; he eventually put his earphones in to mute out everything around him, only wishing to escape reality.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies


Masterlist

winters-uprise  asked:

After spending the whole week murdering PLEASE just let the man be a freakin goody goody two-shoes during his free time. WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT ANYTHING ELSE FOR THE HOMESTEAD MISSIONS

Originally posted by meanwhileongiphy

AYE THIS EXACTLY.

I’ve seen some people mention that they found Connor a rather dull, cold, bloodthirsty character with no personality, and I feel like taking them by the shoulders, staring them straight in the eyes, and asking, ‘Did you even play the Homestead missions??”

Because while throughout the rest of the game, Connor pursues his goals with an almost ruthless determination, it’s through the Homestead missions that we see his sweet and gentle nature really shining. Those missions show the best side of Connor, in times of peace and domesticity, when he’s not off making war and fighting for liberty. 

tl;dr GOD BLESS AC III’S HOMESTEAD MISSIONS; THANK GOD FOR CONNOR KENWAY AND HIS PURE SOUL AND GOLDEN HEART.

Look To The Dawn

wOWOOWOWOWOWOw anoTHER SOLANGELO ONE SHOT heHEHE 

Warnings: the sappiest, fluffiest shit (you have been warned)

Hope ya’ll like it!!!!!! Ari xxx 



Nico di Angelo couldn’t believe it at first, but he was in love.

With Will Solace.

Nico remembers that with Percy falling in love was like being thrown into a storming ocean with lead weights. No one was there to save him; he struggled to keep his head above the water.  Each harsh wave sent him deeper and deeper into the sea of his thoughts, drowning him. After some time, he just gave in to the water, and sunk to the bottom, alone and cold. 

With Will, it was different, slower. Instead, it was the sunrise at dawn. The sun gradually warming up the midnight air. The sky fills with hues of soft yellows and oranges that blend perfectly with the night sky. Suddenly, you realize it was a new day in front of you with a million opportunities. It was absolutely breathtaking, and no matter how many mistakes you make in that day, dawn always comes. 

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Cadenti Porrigo Demolotio

Ancient Greek Siren Harry

cadenti porrigo demolotio: I reach out my hand to the man who’s pulling.

Harry’s beauty was whispered through the valleys of Greece, attracting females and males to the island of Mykonos in hopes of hearing the green eyed siren’s song. Myths and legends told of heroes such as Odysseus and Heracles swayed by his beauty, even the goddess Aphrodite smitten by him and his son. He was no god of any sort; instead a nymph, if you will. An Oceanide.

Harry had skin kissed by the Greek sun. He had eyes that matched the wine colored sea he dwelled in and hair the color of whiskey. He knew he was beautiful too; people were willing to die to catch a glimpse of him, how could he not?

His voice was just as beautiful as he was. In the dead of night you could hear the distinct tune of his irresistibly sweet melody against the lapping waves on the sand. Though deemed as suicides, many had traveled to the island only to jump in the water in search of him only to be met with their fate under the sea. It wasn’t until Harry’s own fateful day where he meet his own siren of his dreams. Although she wasn’t a siren like he was.

She was human, and the most god damn beautiful human Harry had ever seen too. She was a sort of understated beauty, one that in a crowded marketplace in the famous city of Athens, Harry would be able to pick her out in a millisecond. She had lips the color of pomegranates and smudges of coal lined around her eyes to make them bigger than already possible. A soft, sweet gentle voice that Harry could hear when she was out that made his heart swell two sizes bigger.

How could he ever love another?


(Y/N) had traveled by boat to her birthplace of Mykonos. Every summer she would return to her childhood home and spend the season aiding her elderly parents around the house and the town. Living in a small cottage just on the coast of the island, her favorite thing to do was to garden and to sing, preferably at the same time. In the late evenings she would tend to the roses and watch the rhythmic percussion of the waves on the sand.

It wasn’t until one night the girl had wondered on the dark beach, wrapping her silk dress tighter around against her body. Her hair blew in tresses around her, momentarily restricting her vision until it was whipped away back behind her.

(Y/N) squinted, eyeing a blurry form in the distance with a look of confusion. Something had washed up; something big. A …shark? A seal? Coming closer, her jaw dropped open; it was a man. A man with a long, slender torso that turned from skin to scales into a long fish tail. He lay unmoving, twitching from time when a particularly strong gust of wind blew.

(Y/N) sunk down to her knees, observing him. She had only ever heard of nymphs in stories but undoubtedly knew from his appearance that he must of been one. His long hair lay strewn around his head in a disheveled mess and bits of sand covered his face all the way down to his torso. Clearly, he had been washed up. But how could such a strong creature, one so close to a human, allow itself to become so vulnerable?

(Y/N) reached out and dusted flecks of sand away from his forehead and eyes, noting that his skin, though a blue tint, was warm and he was in fact still breathing. She noted how long his eyelashes were and how they touched the apples of his cheeks, his lips a shade of a pink hibiscus. She felt herself becoming smitten with the man.

Harry jumped, startling the girl’s hand off of him with a gasp. From his view on the sandy beach, all he could see was the swirl of dark storm clouds above him and a frightened girl looking down on him. His girl.

“I’m sorry for startling you. What’s your name?” He whispered, lifting a hand up onto the girl’s jaw and cupping it sweetly. She followed his hand with hers and gave a slight eyebrow scrunch. He talked with an unusual accent, one that reveled he was not where she was from.

“(Y/N).”

“Lovely.” He coughed. “Can you help me back into the sea? I’m having trouble breathing.”

(Y/N) jumped up but the thought came to her mind; how was she suppose to drag a siren back into the ocean?

Harry held his arms out, encouraging her to take his hands. She did so with hesitation and lifted him off the ground only to find he weighed basically nothing. She felt like she was lifting a child up but he stood towering over her, wrapping his arms around her dainty neck to keep balance. (Y/N) stood shocked.

“Please.” He encouraged her, feeling her body rigid with hesitation.

She complied, using one arm to hoist his body up and carry him bridal style down to the water. She pushed her embarrassment to the side, as this was probably really damn strange looking. She wandered into the ocean waist deep, occasionally losing her footing against the waves that didn’t seem so gentle.

She loosened her hold on the siren, allowing him to slide into the sea. He did so quickly, diving under before coming back up with a refreshing laugh. Harry leaned over and took her hands, encouraging her to follow him deeper in the sea.

(Y/N) shook her head, pulling against his hold. “I can’t swim. I’ll drown.“

Harry had this funny look on his face, an odd smile matched with eyes that visibly shined even in the dead of night. He smoothly pulled her forward, her feet sliding off the sand and automatically kicking her weight above her. (Y/N) gasped, latching her grip onto the siren and wrapping her legs around his waist in a haste.

“I can’t swim!” She cried but a mistake it was, as now the siren floated the two of them deeper into the black ocean. The water was cold, surprising for a Greek summer and it had (Y/N)’s hair standing up on end. Her wet dress was weighing her down even harder onto Harry who had his strong arms wrapped around waist.

“Focus on me.” Harry spoke but it was difficult to hear him over the water spinning in waves around them. He had the same dreamy look on his face, seeming to appear unaware of (Y/N)’s horrified state.

Harry leaned in and kissed her lightly on the mouth, her body going in shock before melting into his as she reciprocated the kiss. Their noses bumped into each other as he worked his lips over hers, as he had never before kissied anybody. She clung to him as a child, momentarily forgetting the fact that she was freely floating in the sea.

The siren’s kiss made her feel warm inside but not warm enough to stop the fact that she was shivering. Harry tangled his hand in her hair, enjoying the sound of their lips against each other but her iron like grip on his shoulders made him pull away.

“I’m scared.” (Y/N) spoke. “Please take me back to shore.”

Harry frowned, not wanting their time to be up just yet.

“Tell me,” Harry sounded, his hand in her hair detaching and resting on the base of her neck. “Do you believe you can breathe underwater?”

“Would I be this scared in the middle of the ocean if I knew I could breathe underwater?”

Harry laughed, flicking his tail to keep them afloat. “What if I told you you could?”

(Y/N) shook her head. “I want to go home, I’m very tired. Please.”

“Okay, I’ll take you home. Hold onto me.”

And so, the siren trod the waters back to shore. (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief when her toes touched the sandy bottom of the floor. Without much of a goodbye or a look back, the girl ran back to dry land and up the path back to her tiny cottage.

Harry watched her, rising with anger. He took her on an adventure that no other had experienced and she repays him by running away? Here he was in love with her, so enamored but there she was trying to get away from him. He slapped the water surface angerly. 

Harry took a breath and started to sing a song of sorrow and heavy heart. Singing always calmed Harry down, making him feel like the calm after the storm. Most of the time, Harry didn’t even know he had started singing because he would fall into a state of semi-consciousness, one that would make him feel one with nature, one with the gods on Mount Olympus and one with Earth.

Unknowingly, Harry’s melody had drifted into the wind and on to (Y/N)’s ears. She stopped her hurried walk and fell in love with the siren all over again. It only took her a millisecond to decide her fate and she was running back, holding her dress up from her legs and sprinting back down to the beach she had just been running from minutes before. It felt like an invisible string was pulling her, yanking her back in the water and to the siren’s arms. She didn’t care anymore though.

Harry saw her running, letting the last note of his song curl slowly from his lips. She stumbled through the water, doing her best attempt of trying to swim towards him before meeting being enclosed in his embrace and planting her lips onto his.

“Take me away.” She breathed heavily. “I never want to be without you, please, take me away.”

It didn’t take Harry any more convincing than that to turn around swim deeper into the sea. Though awkward, (Y/N) clung to the side of him, completely hypnotized by the voice of a siren she didn’t even know the name of.

When the island of Mykonos was only a dot in the horizon, Harry turned to (Y/N) and with a dazzling smile, breathed, “Are you ready?”

(Y/N) nodded, struggling to keep herself a float. “I’m yours, I’ll go wherever you go.”

With that, Harry took her hand and dived down. Immediately the water burned (Y/N)’s lungs, paradoxically making them feel like a growing flame. She coughed and sputtered violently but continued to follow the siren blindly deeper into the darkness. Her eyes refused to adjust, only seeing a blur of Harry’s tail and red and black blotches. Her head pounded, every cell in her body screaming for oxygen but she didn’t care to fight. (Y/N)’s love for the man dragging her deeper only heightened with each second and soon, she began to fall.

It hurt so bad that… it didn’t anymore. Her body didn’t struggle and became in tune with the wishes of her heart. She was peacefully numb. Nothing except her love mattered.

All movement stopped and before she knew it she was just floating in the empty ocean. Harry’s hand had disconnected from hers and suddenly, she had never felt more lonelier. (Y/N)’s last memory before she died was the siren’s lips on hers, kissing the last bits of her life away. He held the water in her chest with his kiss and watched her diminish.

one. your skin is a gift
an heirloom passed from generations
like the wind that moves the sands of time.

two. your skin is a painting
a testimony of a piece of the moon
that the sun so loves.

three. your skin is an armor
made of tears, blood and sky-wrecking thunder
smiles hiding in the darkest corners
and it shines bright as the motherland
and moves deeper than the sea, because
no armor is stronger
than one worn with pride.

four. your skin is the
most beautiful poetry i’ve ever seen.

five. your skin is not
a crime scene, it is not the
forgotten lyrics of an oppressed history
but the melodious tune
of an uprising.

six. you are the pedestal,
the kingdom, the throne
on which the crown of your culture rests.

seven. first and foremost. you
are human. you are
a girl.


- notes to the brown girl | vans.