empty site


Situated on the eastern border of Turkey, across the Akhurian River from Armenia, lies the empty, crumbling site of the once-great metropolis of Ani, known as “the city of a thousand and one churches.” Founded more than 1,600 years ago, Ani was situated on several trade routes, and grew to become a walled city of more than 100,000 residents by the 11th century. In the centuries that followed, Ani and the surrounding region were conquered hundreds of times – Byzantine emperors, Ottoman Turks, Armenians, nomadic Kurds, Georgians, and Russians claimed and reclaimed the area, repeatedly attacking and chasing out residents. By the 1300s, Ani was in steep decline, and it was completely abandoned by the 1700s. Rediscovered and romanticized in the 19th century, the city had a brief moment of fame, only to be closed off by World War I and the later events of the Armenian Genocide that left the region an empty, militarized no-man’s land. The ruins crumbled at the hands of many: looters, vandals, Turks who tried to eliminate Armenian history from the area, clumsy archaeological digs, well-intentioned people who made poor attempts at restoration, and Mother Nature herself. (via)

1. the monastery of the hripsimian virgins.

2.  the mausoleum of the child princes.

3. the church of st. gregory of tigran honents.

4. the view of ani from armenia.

5. the walls of ani.

6. the cathedral of ani.

7.  inscription on the cathedral’s exterior wall.

8. frescoes inside the st. gregory of tigran honents church.

9. the church of the holy redeemer.

10. on the right, the citadel, and on the left, the mosque of minuchihir.

You’re My Open Road

Swoops/Kent, continuation of The Legend of Kent Parson’s Sex Hair.

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Swoops suggests the road trip off-hand, between topics of a stream-of-consciousness conversation they’re having on a bus to Boston. Kent is leaning on Swoops’ shoulder and has been for the last hour. Nobody questions it anymore. They’ve been in each other’s pockets since last summer, and if they’ve suddenly started to gravitate a little closer than before, well, nobody asks and they’re not telling. But there’s always an open seat for Kent next to Swoops, or vice versa, whenever the team is on a bus or a plane or at a restaurant or hanging out at someone’s house yelling abuse over a non-hockey sports game that few of them really care about. 

It’s as close to open acceptance as they’ll get, short of coming out. Swoops is willing to grab it with both hands and push the boundaries of acceptable PDA as much as Kent and their respective careers will allow.

Kent is leaning on Swoops’ shoulder and Swoops is leaning against the window of the bus. The arm-rest between them has been pushed up so Kent can squeeze close and Swoops can put an arm around him. Kent’s voice has gotten drowsy and his responses slow. When Swoops says, “You wanna take a road trip this summer?” he gets a sleepy mumble in reply.

“Road trip?”

“Yeah. Pack up the bare minimum and just hit the road. Drive ‘til we get somewhere. Sleep in bad motels and cheap campgrounds.” He realizes that he’s absentmindedly stroking Kent’s arm with the tips of his fingers. It’s blatant affection but he can’t seem to stop.

“…You wanna take a road trip in your SUV?” Kent asks. “That’s like going to a drive-in in a limo.”

“We’ll rent something. It doesn’t even have to be a car,” he adds, thinking out loud. “My aunt did a cross-country thing with her biker group.”

Kent gives a light snort against Swoops’ shirt. “You’d need a motorcycle license.”

“I’ve got one. Just haven’t ridden for a while.”

Swoops thinks he can feel Kent’s smile. “You? Really?”

“Yeah? Why, you think I’m lying?”

“No. Just, I don’t know. You don’t seem the type. You’re so straight-laced.”

I fucked you in a supply closet in the Vegas Hockey Arena, Swoops thinks. I fucked you ‘til you couldn’t speak; ‘til you were so sweaty and shaking so badly that I almost dropped you. What he says is, “I’m full of surprises.”

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I never understood the schematics of human desire,
asked him to map them out for me in stars across the
bare expanse of my spine, to drench the geraniums
with the sorrow that willfully escapes, through church
floors and empty corridors, the grave site where all my
abandoned emotions lie wasted, stab each other
in the back & ram their skulls into infected walls.
I insist that it’s all relative, he says the love’s in the
way you pronounce it, so we pronounce it together.
With peaches & unsure hands, disturbances in the
rainfall. So I spit the mortar back into the sink, I
chew on fragments of rose, I discard the misery
back into its ugly drawer. He is vacant and unafraid,
he is a parasite of ash & frightening flesh that
aches to break free of the body. He is light, soft,
like the honey I stir into my morning tea. Suddenly
he is everywhere - the exit wound, the swathes of
morning dew that linger round the swollen ankles
of this hideaway we call home. Suddenly he is
a cataract, la douleur exquise, the upturned 
fruit basket in the meadow. 

Naked Surprise


Y/N had been staying with Joe for a few weeks to get away from the horrendous noise of the construction work they were doing outside Y/N’s flat.

The two had known each other for quite some time, only getting closer when they realized they had a few mutual friends.

Joe had offered up his spare room to Y/N after she had turned up to brunch one morning looking dull and exhausted and explained why she isn’t able to get much sleep. He felt bad knowing that she sometimes worked late and doesn’t necessarily have to up super early which she should enjoy by being able to sleep in a bit more than the men outside her window allow her to.


It had been 3 weeks since Y/N had temporarily moved in with Joe. When she had first moved in, she told him that it would be 2 weeks max. She didn’t want to overstay her visit and she honestly didn’t expect the construction to take weeks to complete, but when she stopped by her flat each day after work, she realized that maybe she gave the workers too much credit.

Today’s visit to her flat was the most disappointing. When she drove past her flat to see an empty construction site, she groaned internally thinking that they will never finish the construction and she’ll have to stay at Joe’s forever.

She rolled her eyes at the thought of living with Joe forever. She didn’t mind it actually, she was just tired of reading comments and tweets from people thinking they were dating. She had read a few more of those comments while she sat at work which had only made the day worse, and now driving past her flat and seeing an empty lot did her head in. All she wanted to do was go back and take a hot shower and forget the day.

The flat was dark when she walked through the front door.

“Joe?” She called our setting her things on his worktop before noticing a piece of paper with scribbles on it, ‘Went out, be back in a bit. -J’, she read to herself.

‘Perfect.’ She thought as she made her way into her room. Since Joe was out she could enjoy her time alone by having a bath instead. She ran the bath deciding to use one of Zoe’s new bath products before stripping down and getting in, feeling the entire day melt off her body.

A few peaceful minutes had past before Y/N heard a sound coming from her bedroom. She ignored it at first, thinking she had just imagined it but then she heard it again.

Deciding it wasn’t best to sit in the bath if someone was snooping around the flat, she stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around herself.

She walked carefully into her room, looking for any source of the sound she had heard moments ago.

“Joe?” She called out, making sure she was loud enough for him to hear her if he had come back and had gone upstairs.

When she didn’t get a response, she moved towards the doorway and peeked down the empty hallway and the rest of the flat before she heard the noise again making her spin around. The noise was definitely coming from her room and it scared her even more that she was alone in the flat.

She tightened the towel around her body before backing out of the room and going to get her phone she had left on the kitchen worktop. She sent Joe a text asking when he’d be home as she cautiously walked back into her bedroom.

She did one more glance around the room, looking for anything out of place when she saw it. A GoPro, propped up against her bed frame, perfectly able to get her reaction as she walked into the room and the wardrobe door.

She rolled her eyes as she moved to open the wardrobe door, jumping slightly at the unexpected noise that came out of Joe when she found him.

“Oh my god Joe.” Y/N said and she moved to cover the camera Joe had in his hands, “That wasn’t funny.”

“I thought it was pretty funny,” he laughed before he looked into the camera and finished his video.

“You can’t put that online.” Y/N said walking away from him and back into the bathroom.

“Why not?” Joe asked as he followed her.

“Because Joe, I’m probably naked in all of those shots and I don’t want you or your fans seeing that.” She said letting the water out of the bath and gathering her clothes from the ground.

“Yeah you were.” Joe laughed as Y/N pushed past him to get into her room. “You don’t have to worry though, I’ll blur it out.”

“No, I don’t even want you to edit that.”

“Why, it’s not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before.” Joe laughed again as he watched Y/N'a face turn into horror, “Your wardrobe Y/N, it was cracked a little bit. That’s why this was a good prank, I could’ve swore you saw me at some point. And if you could’ve seen me, I definitely saw you…” Joe’s voice trailed off.

“Oh my god Joe, get out! And it’s not funny.” Y/N said shoving Joe out of the room while he continued to laugh.


’…..And I’ll see you next week for another Sugg Sunday Special. Woo Hoo!’

Y/N sat and watched the end outro of Joe’s new video before she shut her laptop.

It had been a few weeks since Joe had filmed that prank on Y/N. She had agreed to let him post it if she was the one who got to edit it as she didn’t want Joe seeing her naked yet again.

She had to admit once she actually sat down and watched the video, it was pretty funny but she still didn’t appreciate it.

She moved her laptop off her lap and hopped off her bed. Joe had been trying to get her to watch the video for a few days now so she thought she’d go tell him that it was actually a good video.

She paused to knock on his bedroom door before pushing it all the way open and walking in.

“Hey Joe,” she said as she looked around the room before the bathroom door open and revealed an naked Sugg.

“Jesus Y/N! What are you doing in here.” He said frantically looking around for his towel before giving up and just shutting the door.

“Looking for this?” Y/N laughed as she picked up the towel from his bed before holding it out in front of the door as it opened quickly revealing a hand. A mumbled ‘thanks’ came from the other side of the door.

“What are you doing?” Joe asked opening the door completely, his lower half now covered in a towel.

“I came up here to tell you I actually enjoyed your video.” Y/N said as she laid back against Joe’s bed still laughing.

“It’s not funny, you actually gave me a heart attack.” Joe said throwing the shirt he was wearing earlier at her.

“Ew Joe this actually stinks!” She said throwing the shirt to the ground.

“Well yeah, I did go to the gym this morning.” Joe smirked as he walked over to his wardrobe.

Y/N made a disgusted face, “I also came up here to tell you they should be done working on my flat by the end of the week.”

“Thank god!” Joe said sarcastically.

“Hey, I’m a great roommate. Just as long and you don’t walk in on my naked, or film me when I’m naked.”

“Sorry about that, if I knew you were going to take a bath when you got home, I wouldn’t have pranked you that day.” Joe laughed before turning back to Y/N and seeing her unimpressed look, “But you are a great roommate, I forgot what it was like to live with someone.”

“Yeah you really miss walking in on Caspar naked don’t you?” Y/N laughed as she got off his bed and walked towards the door.

“Ha ha, you’re so funny.” Y/N heard through the door after she closed it, making her way back downstairs.


Parring: Dean Winchester X Reader(yes, another one)

Word: 1045

Warnings: There is swearing, some reference to smut, but no details or something like that. Bad relationship, is that a warning?

Summary: Dean is hurt, emotionally, and he seeks your help

A/N: I wrote this in 40 minutes, but i have had the idea for so long, i just never got to write it. Dean is a bit of a jerk, sorry. Tell me what you think!

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Dean did a poor job of hiding the pain. Everyone around him could see how his drinks became a little bigger, his smile a little smaller, and his eyes a little sadder. Everyone could see how he had turned down woman after woman, man after man, and everyone knew why. Everyone but you.

You had meet Dean just two weeks after it had happened. You had meet him while you were on a case, a case his brother and he were working on. You had quickly taken a liking to the tall, broad shouldered man with the green eyes, and the night after you all three had finished the case, you had finally said fuck it, and kissed him.

It was a pleasant surprise when he kissed you back. It had been soft a few seconds, sweet, innocent, before Dean decided to turn the kiss more aggressive and passionate, carrying you to your bedroom.

You woke up alone at that time, your hand thrown over the cold and empty site of the bed. You had smiled weakly by the thought of the night, before you decided to get ready to leave the motel the same day. You had expected to say goodbye to the Winchesters that day, but Dean proposed that you should go with them to help them hunt, and who were you to turn down that offer?


“Good morning” You whispered, snuggling closer to the warm body behind you.

“‘morning” Dean mumbled into your hair. You had held his hand in front of your chest, but now you turned around, facing the man.

You couldn’t help but smile by the sight of him. His hair was a mess, his eyes was barely open, and his chest bare. You leaned in to give him a sweet kiss on the lips, a kiss which was far too short for your liking.

You watched as Dean got dressed, holding the covers up in front of you. It only took a few minutes before he left the room, probably to go take a shower. You considered joining him, but decided against it.


“Anything, Sammy? “You asked as you sat down by the table with your sandwich. It was lunch time, and you hadn’t eaten anything the whole day, so you had made yourself a sandwich before joining Sam.

“Eh, not really” Sam answered, not looking up from his computer. “There’s a boy who disappeared, but there’s nothing supernatural about it”

“Come on, Sammy” Dean said, sitting down beside you, taking a bite of your sandwich. “We need a case, we need some action! “

You chuckled, not seeing the look Sam shot at Dean, or the way Dean lifted an eyebrow to questioning his brother. The silence conversation flew between the brothers without you noticing anything.


You all decided to watch a movie that night, and you ended up agreeing with Dean on what you should watch, leaving Sam to sigh, and say he was going to make popcorn. You stole a quick kiss from Dean before Sam came back, and you started the movie.

You wanted to cuddle with Dean under the blanket, but he said he was too hot, so you settled for holding hands, but ended up with your head on his shoulder anyway.

“We’re out of Popcorn” Dean said halfway through the movie, and you looked at the bowl, only to discover he was right.

“I’ll go make some” you said, and kissed Dean’s cheek before leaving the room.

”Should we pause the movie? “Dean yelled after you, but you were already out in the kitchen, and couldn’t hear him. He shrugged, turning to the movie.

“Dude” Sam said, and Dean looked at his brother. “Pause it! “

“Sorry! “Dean said while holding his hands up, before he pressed the button. When his brother didn’t look away, Dean turned his head to look at the younger man. “What? “

“Seriously Dean, what are you doing? “Sam said, leaning in while lowering his voice, so he was sure you wouldn’t hear it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout” Dean said, turning away from his brother, trying to ignore him.

“Of course you do! “Sam insisted. “You’re taking advantage of Y/N, and it’s because of Cas! “

“Don’t say his name! “Dean snapped, looking sharply at his brother. Sam had not dared speak the name in almost two months, aware that Dean would snap like this, as soon as he brought it up.

“You can’t ignore the fact that he’s dead, Dean” Sam said, reaching out to touch his brother, who only moved away. “I get it, you’re sad, you loved him, but that doesn’t give you right to take advantage of Y/N”

Dean didn’t say anything. He was staring right out in front of him, an angry expression painted on his face. Sam didn’t know what he was talking about, with Cas or you!

“She loves you” Sam said when Dean ignored him, but if he had hoped for a reaction he got disappointed. “You know how much, and yet you keep doing this to her? What is wrong with you! She can’t replace Cas! “

“Of course she can’t! “Dean said. “I know that, and I am not trying to replace Cas! “

“Popcorns ready! “You yelled, before stepping into the room with a smile and two bowls full of popcorns. You gave one to Sam, and sat down beside Dean, placing it in his lap. You pressed the play button, unaware of the silent conversation that was going on over your head, as you snuggled closer to Dean.



Dean hit the bed beside you, leaving your body missing the heat from his. The only noise in the room was your heavy breathing, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the moment.

You couldn’t help a small chuckle to escape your lips. You rolled over, and snuggled closer to Dean even thought it was far too hot to lay so close to anybody. Your hand was spread across his bare chest, one leg over his, and your face buried in his neck.

”I love you” you whispered, breathing heavily out on Dean’s neck, before you fell asleep with a smile on your face, completely unaware of the storm raging inside of Dean.

Can You Swim?

Request: “Hey can I request more turned on Kylo like him watching you from across the room and getting a boner and stuff like that. And maybe the readers a knight of ren and the knights go on a mission and she has like an hour before bed of free time and she strips down to her underwear and kind of just wades in the water and stuff like that? Thanks so so so much xxxx”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 2101

Warnings: Smut (and a fluffy pep talk hehe)

A/n: reader’s knights of ren name is Vetitum bc it means “forbidden” in latin or some shit lmao enjoy

Originally posted by moonkittyrave

“No, I don’t think that’ll work.” You voiced, resulting in seven men turning their concentrated gazes towards you.

“Then what do you suggest, Vetitum Ren?” One of your colleagues inquired.

You bent over the map table, pointing towards a small forest. Unbeknown to you, the knight beside you had let his eyes fall to your behind, as your shorter figure reached to show your plan. Kylo knew it was inappropriate, but he couldn’t help it. He bit his lip, watching your body slightly twist to press buttons on the small dial, animating the map. He tried to pay attention to what you were saying but it was just too difficult while you were in that skin-tight space suit. The one that hugged at your curves and provided a great outline of your ass. He could just imagine the things he would do to you, the way your skin would feel against his, the sounds you would make. He found himself leaning his lower half into the map table, trying to conceal the unwanted boner that had begun forming with his thoughts.

“And then we’ll make camp here.” You continued, Kylo only now tuning in to your battle speech. “Rest for the night, then in the morning we attack. If we start from the forest they’ll never see it coming.”

Most of the knights nodded in agreement, some voicing their small contempt, to which you explained the possible flaws and outcomes. Eventually coming to a vote, the overwhelming response was to go through with your idea.

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Happy Anniversary! | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Description: You and Bucky celebrate their anniversary in different ways.

Words: 2124

Notes: Sorry.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers (because what is a Bucky fic without Steve?)

Ships: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader


“Are you sure you’re alright, honey?” Your best friend asks a final time. Brandishing the fake smile that gets’s more realistic every time you wear it, you assure her with a nod that you’re fine. For emphasis on your “fine” condition, you put on hand on your heart and look skyward, where he now is. Your best friend eyes your appearance and slowly nods,”Call me if you need anything.” She requests softly, before her heels click past the rose-bushes and she’s gone.

You close the door and your eyes, folding yourself against the wood and feeling the welcome mat with your toes. This is where they came and told you. This is where you screamed and cried and accused. This is where he dropped you off after the best date of your life. Uneasily, you flick the memories from your shoulder and head into the kitchen.

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When Monsters Come // Spencer Reid

Supernatural/Criminal Minds crossover

Summary: The BAU team is called into a small town when people start to disappear in the local forest. They arrive only to find the Winchester brothers who seem to have a strange bond to the Reader.

A/N: This is part 1! I decided to split it into parts as it was getting just a tad too long. I hope you enjoy!

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“Leave.” Stiles Stilinski

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves as you drove out of town. The ticking in the back of your car, drove you crazy, and it made you scared, but you had to do this. It was the only way to save your friends. You were the only one who could do it. You drove out of the forest and kept going until you saw the usual sign, that indicated that you had reached your destination. You parked your car and hurried to grab the bomb in the back and carried it into the empty construction site that your dad worked at. You shut the gate behind you, hearing it lock. Knowing that there was no way out, you kept walking. You placed the bomb on the ground in the middle, grabbed a shovel and started digging as fast as you could. If you dig deep enough, maybe the bomb wouldn’t destroy you and your surroundings as much, you thought. You finished the hole that was about a meter deep and carefully placed the bomb in the hole. You considered covering it with the dirt you dig up, but didn’t know how it would react, so you didn’t. You felt a tear slip, knowing deep down that it wasn’t going to be enough to stop it from destroying everything. At least my friends are safe now.  You thought, but just as you turned away from the gate, you heard someone yelling your name desperately. You spun around in an instant and looked at the tiny figure you could recognize anywhere at anytime.

“Stiles! Get away from here! There’s a bomb! Go!” You yelled from the bottom of your lungs, hoping he heard you. You saw him trying to open the gate, only to realize it was locked. He started shaking the gate desperately, trying to get them to open up. You looked at the bomb, and then at one of your best friends. Only one of us is going to die.  You thought as you ran towards him.

“Y/N! I’m gonna get you out! Just give me a second! It’s almost there!” He said as he grabbed the gate bars once again, shaking as if his life depended on it.

“Stiles.” You said, trying to gain his attention. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he kept shaking the gate that didn’t even acknowledge his present.

“Stiles.” You tried once again. But he just wouldn’t listen.

“STILES!” You yelled, finally making him stop and stare at you with tears streaming down his cheeks. “Give up. Please go, save yourself. Please, only one has to die. Not you, please go! Tell my parents I did it to save everyone. Please go, Stiles.” You said as tears streamed down your own face now. He shook his head, looking at you through the bars.

“I’m not leaving you.” He said firmly, reaching in through the bars, grabbing your hand, squeezing them tightly. You felt a sob leave your lips as you both leaned your heads against the gate bars, holding each others hands.

“I don’t want you to die, Stiles. I need someone to tell people what happened. Please go. Save yourself, that’s my biggest wish. I love you Stiles, you’re my best friend, I can’t die, knowing I took you with me. Please.. Ple-Pl… Please just leave.” You sobbed against the bars as you turned around, your back facing him. You felt his fingers lightly touch your back kindly.

“I love you. I’m going to save you. You just see.” He said, as you heard footsteps fade and a car door slam shut. The minute you heard his car drive away, you fell to your knees, sobbing harder than ever. You knew that you wouldn’t survive, no matter what. You grabbed your phone and removed the cover, taking out the picture you always had on you. It was a picture of you and Stiles. You folded it until you couldn’t fold it anymore, then you walked over to where the bomb were.

“I’m so sorry Stiles.” You whispered as you put the picture in your mouth and laid down next to the bomb. You covered your eyes as you felt a sudden heat rise faster than ever. You didn’t even scream, you just shut your eyes, knowing that your friends were safe.

I’ll see you all again some day.

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