driving water

Zodiac sign: Virgo

Myers Brigg type: infp

Favourite Mythical Creature: mermoms

Dream place to make out (or more) with someone: a bed with many drapes and christmas lights twinkling with ambient music in the back. it’s thunder storming.

Where you live: dA mOmEnT (ohio)

Where you wish you lived: The Seychelles

A song that sounds like you: Silent Spring by Massive Attack

The last book that you read & adored: The Dancer by Collum McCann. It’s signed, he and my mom are friends.

The last film you watched & adored: Breathless, my boyfriends favorite movie. I watch a LOT of documentaries so i can just absorb information but I haven’t liked a movie recently quite like Breathless.
A goal you want to attain this year: Make more art. Make good art. Drink more water. Drive.

I tag:
@alright-gay @meanfrog @peskysquirrel @higgzorz @gucciballs @ldr5001 whatever cameron’s new url is i never remember it @galecksy @lifeafterlinds @aelazing @demonicabishi @kittykatnapss @sansaslays @sexualhealingbymarvingaye and anyone else who wants to do it!

do you ever think that maybe when you pull out your cell phone ghosts from other eras get real interested and just stare at you as you text people, or watch you use your laptop

or sighs wistfully as you shower like ‘frick I wish we’d had THOSE dang’

gets jealous as you make your coffee, awkwardly tries to figure out your video games when you’ve left the house

turns on your sink and just watches the taps run and drives your water bill through the freakin roof

idk man ghosts

Caught by the Sea

AN: AGAIN. THIS IS NSFW. This is for @illyriantremors , and I promised I’d write this for her like two weeks ago and I kept procrastinating LOL. But this ended up being SUPER FLUFFY and is based on a headcanon that Feyre and Rhysand kind of have a thing for public sex? And they did it in the Summer Court and got caught and now have to be reminded every time they visit NOT TO GO TOO CRAZY. So here’s some fluffy smut wherein Tarquin catches them having sex. Enjoy!!!

Feyre pursed her lips as she gazed at the palace of the Summer Court, something deep within her aching at the thought of being away from home for an extended period of time. She hadn’t left the Night Court for more than a few hours at a time since she’d returned from the war with Hybern, since she’d brought the Spring Court to its knees.

At least she had Rhys with her.

Not that they could do anything, she knew. Not with their relationship with Tarquin being so newly healed, so precarious. They’d been invited to the Summer Court for three days as a gesture of goodwill—three days of meetings and a parade and a festival celebrating the end of the war. She and Rhys could make it three days. She’d been able to go weeks without touching Isaac Hale. Surely, they both had enough self-control to make it three measly days.

Rhys tapped on the wall of her mind, the essence of him dragging a single finger across her barriers, knowing exactly how and where to press to beckon memories of black silk sheets and silver handcuffs into her mind. She dropped the wall immediately.

You seem on edge.

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Uncredited Photographer     Poet Dylan Thomas     1944


The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees

Is my destroyer.

And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose

My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman’s lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

–Dylan Thomas, "The Force That Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower” 1934

Midnight Visitor

I was up late writing a few nights ago and I wrote a Loki x Reader. It reminds me of Happy, which was the first thing I ever wrote. I hope you guys love it. If you do, tell me or ask me to write a second part because Im honestly thinking about it. Enjoy!

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A cool breeze drifted across my face as I snuggled deeper into the velvety blankets. The warmth of my plush mattress enveloped me, forming the perfect contrast of comfortable heat. I could hear the sloshing of cars driving on the watered down roads through my cracked open window. Rain gently trickled off my roof, creating a steady rhythm that lulled me to sleep.

A clap of thunder woke me up, and illuminated the room for a split second before fading back to darkness. “God” I breathed, trying to control my pulse. “Not quite.” said a soft voice that blended in effortlessly with the falling rain. I turned and saw the shadowed outline of Loki sitting in my window frame. A smile sprung to my face as I lifted the heavy covers and helped him inside.

I pulled his thin frame into a hug, breathing in his refreshing scent of pine and chocolate. “What are you doing here.” I asked into his silk shoulder. He rested his hands on my waist, the coolness seeping through my thin top. “I needed a place to stay for the night, that wasn’t so critical.” He answered. I nodded sympathetically, rubbing my cheek against him.

Loki was staying with the Avengers in Stark towers. Thor had placed him there to ensure he was being watched by the worlds strongest babysitters while he drifted back and forth between Asgard and Earth. The team had tried their best to welcome Loki, but I could tell that they were all still angry. I had offered him to stay at my apartment, as It was only a short drive away from the tower, but the entire team refused. I could see why.

From the moment I met Loki, I fell in love. Sure it wasn’t the most convenient time or place but I liked to think that I saw the best in people. So while the team saw an insane lunatic threatening to level the city, I saw a broken man who desperately needed to be noticed. After the battle, we became friends, then a little more than friends; but we never told the rest of the Avengers. They didn’t trust Loki around a butter knife, so we knew that they certainly wouldn’t trust the god of lies with me.

A raindrop slid from the edge of my window and fell into a puddle with a hushed blop. I released Loki from my hug, withdrawing my hands from around his neck. “You’re always welcome to stay here Loki.” I whispered, pressing my forehead to his. He stared lovingly into my eyes, causing me to blush. I pulled away, and took his hand leading him to the bed.

I lifted the heavy covers from one side of the mattress and pushed them to the other. I slid to the side of the bed draped in velvety blankets, while Loki took the side without. I cocooned myself before reaching out for his cool hand in the dark. He grasped my hand and pulled me towards him resting his chin on top of my head; as the wind picked up, rustling the crunchy leaves of nearby trees. The gentle thunk of raindrops against my sealed window formed a new rhythm. I felt a smile grow on my face as I listened to the sound of the night with Loki by my side.

The Signs When First Driving 🚘

ig//horoscopezone

Freaks out and starts screaming, then crashes into literally everything:
Leo
Saggitarius
Capricorn

Has an internal panic attack, has a few close calls but is good in the end:
Gemini
Virgo
Scorpio

Is actually pretty calm, pretty good driver, makes it competitive:
Aries
Pisces
Cancer

Secretly an amazing driver, gets pissed at everyone else for being crap drivers:
Libra
Aquarius
Taurus

:)