especially the ring one

morning sunlight was filtering in through the open doors of the balcony, catching on the beautiful leaves of all of their plants and all shiny and golden and beautiful. magnus had been up for an hour, going through emails on his phone as he dressed and got himself ready for the day. the sun had greeted him bright and cheery, spilling in through the big windows and drenching the loft in pale orange and soft gold.

by now though, magnus’s emails were sorted and he was sat by himself on one of the couches, leaning against the cushions on the arm with a book cradled against his knee and a mug of tea in his other hand. the steam that wafted off of it kept catching in the bright shards of sunlight, catching on the rings that adorned magnus’s fingers, especially the gold one that sat on his left ring finger with two initials carved into the soft metal.

everything had been quiet for a while now as his eyes scanned the page. it was a book of spells he’d loaned from catarina, an old one worn at the edges, a mix of languages old and new. he was looking for a spell in particular, one he wanted to try and expand on, possibly alter entirely before his clients showed up for the day. but when he heard shifting sheets and a soft grunt in the other room he paused reading, glancing back over his shoulder towards the bedroom.

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Steve Rogers (NSFW Alphabet)

Number three for my 500 follower thing! Steve Rogers for @sistasarah-sallysaidso 

tags: @yourtropegirl @itsanerdlife @lipstickandwhiskey @captainumeboshi @feelmyroarrrr @emily-james-barnes (maybe. do you like steeb? i forget)

A/N: i’ll add links later, if i have time. 

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The Layers of Meanings Behind the Rings

VictuuriWeek 2017 – Day 7 – Victor Prompt – Promises

So for VictuuriWeek day 7, I’d like to talk about the rings and all the various promises they hold. This post is written as a complimentary piece to @lazuliblade‘s amazing meta here (2 metas for 2 rings) so please make sure to read that one as well! In this analysis, we’ll be looking at the various tie-ins the series has to the various layers of meaning represented by the rings.

I’ll be going in the order of how they’re mentioned in Laz’s post so please enjoy!

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hey nobody asked but I have headcanons about Alana Maxwell and also I’m procrastinating on paperwork

  • she keeps her hair fairly long (the longest of any women on the Hephaestus, anyway) but always, always pulled back because it’s way too distracting if she wears it down.
  • she likes to dye her hair bright and unnatural colors (a nice side perk of Goddard Futuristics - they don’t really give a shit about how you look, as long as you do good work) but doesn’t like the trouble of maintaining it. usually she lets it fade quite a bit before she picks a new color.
  • she’s a big fan of stim jewelry, especially simple spinner rings and fidget bracelets. she’s usually wearing at least one of each.
  • team Oops It’s Been A Few Days Since I’ve Taken A Shower
  • she likes tattoos but can never commit to what to get. she settles for doodling on herself (and Jacobi) a lot. 
  • her living space isn’t magazine cover perfect - she hasn’t made her bed since she was about 7 and the hamper tends to be overflowing - but everything does tend to be tidied away into very particular places. she doesn’t like clutter on the floor or on any of her surfaces. 
  • she has an enduring love of dumb 80′s synthpop that Jacobi just… Does Not Get. both of them enjoy electronica that has 0 lyrics and is 100% interesting beats and sounds, though.

Some late mornings feel like they belong in romantic stories, full of dramatic confessions, heartache and breath-taking conclusions. This is not one of those mornings; instead, it’s a halcyon thing set on the summer cusp. While the air is warm and humid, the rain softly pattering over rooftops still holds a certain chill. A film of water makes the world look clean, windows and cars shimmering in the sun peeking in and out from behind clouds, golden rays reflecting against puddles nested in the cracks of New York streets.

 

The clock is nearing the 10 a.m. mark, when Alec transfers the last pancake onto the already high-stacked, indulgent plate. There’s also freshly cut strawberries and maple syrup alongside a French press full of freshly brewed coffee. The muted music from the radio melts into his skin as Alec hums along to random notes, bare feet quiet on the kitchen floor, his hair mussed up and his face a home to dark stubble that he didn’t bother with shaving.

 

As Alec pours the bitter-sweet coffee into two mugs, there are steps near the door, then a warm hand at his lower back and even warmer lips pressed into his shoulder. A shiver runs through his skin, leaving behind goosebumps all the way down his arms and his bare chest; previous hours come back to mind, images hazy like half-developed polaroid pictures.

 

It was much earlier when they woke up, skin against skin, tangled in thin sheets and in each other, a want thrumming in their veins. There was no rush – at first kisses slow and wet and deep, kisses that lit fires along Alec’s spine and made Magnus hum with delight, kisses that left their mouths tingling and red. Then, hands pressed against hipbones and heavy breathing laced with laughter as Alec shifted himself into Magnus’ lap; it felt so good, to have Magnus so close, to have his arms around his waist as they moved together, a slow and steady trickle of heady pleasure rolling through their bodies.

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Pour Up - Part 3

Summary: EXO Mafia AU ~ Yixing is an operative for his crime family, the Kims, and his next mission is to kidnap you, an heiress, for a ransom. He’s been doing this all his life, he’s prepared for this - or so he thinks…until he meets you.

Pairing: Yixing x You

Note: Slight influence of The Godfather

Warnings: Language 

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Yixing’s POV

Yixing hasn’t moved for four hours. Not a single muscle – except for maybe his diaphragm and lungs, but that’s involuntary anyway.

His hands have lost feeling from white-knuckling the wheel of the car he’d jacked, even though it’s parked, and his whole body is taut with tension. The slightest breeze might snap him in half. He’s not really paying attention to this though – instead, all his focus is on the mansion, specifically, the upper east window with the lights on. Suho’s study.

Yixing is home.

He’s parked outside of the gates, far enough away that it doesn’t seem like he’s waiting for entrance, but close enough to get a last good look at the place. He won’t be returning.

The first thing he did after leaving the warehouse was find a car – it had taken him less than three minutes to find one, break in, and hotwire it - but after turning on the engine, Yixing realized that he had nowhere to go. He had no life, no friends, no anything outside of the family and the underworld. So he’d just started driving aimlessly until he found himself here, the place he’d spent the better part of his life in. The place where he used to feel safe.

His teeth grind against each other.

He’d considered going in one just one more time. Just to see the look on Suho’s face – but that’s the thing. Yixing knows in his heart that Suho won’t look ashamed or surprised or sorry for leaving him to die. If anything, he’ll probably just throw him a disappointed sigh like, I knew I should have sent one of my other boys. In his eyes, the only takeaway from this whole mess is that Yixing has failed, losing him a lot of money and wasting weeks of careful preparation.

So, no. He isn’t going in ever again. He just…needed to see it once more.

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Jupiter

I saw her this morning when I left for work. To the west, just north of the Moon, the second-brightest thing in the sky caught me, like she always does.

Right away I have to digress: does “she” make sense for something named after a male god? It turns out this is a thing. You can google “planet genders” and get a whole lot of discourse. It seems the consensus among astrologers (astronomers don’t care, perhaps unsurprisingly) is that Venus and Moon are feminine (makes sense) along with Neptune (wasn’t he a dude?) and the rest are masculine per their namesakes except Mercury, who can go either way depending on context. I like that. Be your most authentic you, Mercury.

I don’t really truck much with astrology or mythology, tbh. Reverting to my base heteronormativity, and I’m sorry for this, enlightened tumblrvolk, but when I see a beautiful thing in the sky, I’m going with feminine. Bear with or report me as you see fit.

Anyway, there she was, stealing my breath at 6:17.

If you polled people about their favorite planet, and excluded from the responses the only one which can host us (always feminine pronouns for that one, we’ll agree), I imagine most people will give you Saturn. Ask a kid to draw a planet and you’re likely to get the one with the rings, right? Those rings! Especially those recent pictures from Cassini which reveal their incredible fineness. They appear to be featherlight bands of powdery diamonds, the kind of thing you’d like to playfully swish with your hand if there were any air or gravity to speak of and watch the particles whorl and spill and maybe find their way back into place, or not, and what would that look like, too? Literally awe-inspiring. When I see them, I think of the truest silence and peace. So far away, pure, undisturbed, tranquil, fragile, clean.

But I’m drawn to the next stop in on the trip home. The biggest one of them all, nearly big enough to ignite into her own stardom. The one with the centuries-old storm that itself is the size of three Earths, a cloud visible from here with only minor magnification. Her atmosphere is deadliest poison gas, and that’s all she has to her name. The air becomes the sea becomes the core in gradual bands, at temperatures spread across an 800-degree range. Lightning storms perhaps a hundred times more powerful than any we’ve seen are constant.

She’s also the one who makes us possible: her immense gravity cleared the area of most of the rocks big enough to end ours in a fireball. She holds close 67 known moons and uncountable other orbitals. There’s no life here without her shield. Maybe Juno would have been a better name.

It makes no sense to talk about visiting other planets except Mars. The rest are too far, too hot, too cold, too mean: we just can’t, and we certainly won’t in my lifetime. To speak of visiting them at all would at best be to fly nearish to them and observe. If you gave me a choice of a planet to experience, get me as up close and personal as possible to the inhospitable, unforgiving, stormy, poisonous unborn star who, in spite of her violence, shelters this place. 

She’ll rise tonight in an hour. I’ll see her before I sleep, and first thing tomorrow, too.

The Shape of You, Part 2/2

A/N:  If you haven’t read Part ½, you will want to read it first to get the background.  WARNING:  BOTH PARTS ARE NSFW.  CONTINUE READING AT YOUR OWN RISK.  I did my best to stay true to what I heard in the song, but please don’t send Ed OR Harry after me.

Part One is here.

Part Two

Squinting at the clock on his nightstand, you realize your eyes are gritty and your mouth tastes like it’s full of cotton balls.  After the sex on the stairs, you and Harry managed to make it upstairs to the third floor where you had strewn your remaining clothes around the room before commencing parts two and three of the most amazing sex you’d ever had in your life.  Yes, you knew it had been a year, so your senses are probably more heightened by the absence of orgasms for that extended time, but after wracking your brain, you can’t think of a single time that Charles had managed to make you cum three times in the same night.  Mostly, he fell asleep immediately after his first orgasm, whether you’d had one or not.

With your awareness of the time of day, you also become aware of your actions, and embarrassment floods you.  It may have been amazing sex, but should you really have allowed this stranger to fuck you three times in one night?  You know practically nothing about him other than his first name and that he must have money since this house is mind blowing with its size and decor.  

Softly, you slide out of bed, careful not to disturb Harry.  In the moonlight, you grab your skirt and your boots from his bedroom, but you can’t find your silk panties.  They’re so tiny that they could easily be missed, so you give up when you hear Harry shifting in the bed, afraid he’ll awaken and ask why you’re leaving. Or worse yet, that he’ll awaken and be glad you’re leaving. Tiptoeing out of the bedroom, you gather the rest of your clothing on your way downstairs, dressing carefully without the sliver of silk you’ve left somewhere upstairs.  

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The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses (…) long before I dance under those lights.
— 

Muhammad Ali

True for his ring as it is for this one. 


Especially in business meeting preparation triumphs over improvisation. 

Questions I try to answer to myself before important meetings: 

  • What is the key question?
  • What is my main goal?

  • Who has which hidden agenda?

  • Who is with me and who against me?

  • Who decides and on what basis?

anonymous asked:

Just had a nice semi-fluffy headcanon: imagine laying in bed with Faraday, just watching him blow smoke rings...

You pushed your hair from your face as you tried to steady your breathing. Beneath you, you could hear the sound of laughter and music leaking through the poorly insulated floor of your hotel room. It clashed with the chirping crickets outside, though somehow, it made everything feel more peaceful. 

As you closed your eyes, you wondered about your neighbors. There was no doubt that they heard you and Faraday, but to what extent? Could they only hear the squeaking and thumping of the bed? Or were they able to perfectly make out every dirty thing that came out of your mouths. Admittedly, you hoped it was the latter. You’d just had fantastic, rough, animal sex with Josh Faraday, and you wanted the world to know it. 

He was next to you, his breathing somehow already back to normal as he fidgeted with a box of matches. A cigarette took its usual place in his mouth, and made a soft crackling noise as it caught fire and began to glow. Faraday tossed the box to the side and inhaled. His eyes were shut and his mind was elsewhere. It didn’t upset you like it might have other people. You’d come to terms with the fact that he just wasn’t the cuddly type and he struggled to function without smoking. That was okay. You didn’t need him to snuggle with you after sex to know he loved you. Faraday made it clear in other ways.

He took the cigarette between his fingers and absentmindedly blew a few rings before going in for another drag. You watched them lazily float upwards. Mostly in pairs, but occasionally a trio joined in as he continued to puff out more. 

Faraday opened one eye and smiled. He took an especially large drag and then blew two more rings, timing them so that one passed through the other. You pressed your lips to his bare shoulder. 

“Show off.” 

He did it again and opened his other eye so he could wink at you quickly and then shut his lids once more. 

“Not sure what you’re talkin’ about, sweetheart,” he replied nonchalantly as he blew two more rings and brushed his fingers against yours. 

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Sam gets back to his room in 10x17 

Someone just HAS to make this happen!

Okay so everyone has seen these B-E-A-U-TIFUL (<- yes, reference from Bruce almighty haha!) pictures of Jerome and his circus and I have just had a lovely idea for a smut fiction in mind >:)

Imagine a smut between Jerome x reader at Jerome’s circus and with him as ring leader. I bet that would be very kinky especially with a ring leader whip <3

I hope I’m not the only one who digs this idea? Haha!

Don’t Fear the Reaper Chapter 18: Pizza

Sam Winchester x Reader

1400 Words

Chapter Summary: Back working for Death, you’re surprised when he wants to make a pit stop in Chicago.

Story Summary:  You are a reaper, actually one of Death’s favorites.  You’ve been following the story of the Winchesters for a while, staying out of sight, never letting them see you. You slowly fall in love with Sam, even though he doesn’t know you exist. But that all changes one day. Set in Season 5

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

“Really? You want to stop in Chicago for pizza? But isn’t that like four hours away?” You asked Death as you followed behind him. While you might be helping him, no one walked at Death’s side, always behind. It had been a week of being his right hand helper, and it was making you realize that following people’s orders day after day was not your strong suit. Death might have a soft spot for you, and made it easier on you, but he was still Death and he ruled with an iron fist.

“Yes Y/N. We are stopping for pizza in Chicago. I’ve heard their deep dish is beyond amazing. Besides that, Lucifer has ordered me to Chicago.” He said, as he climbed back into his gleaming white Cadillac, leaving you no choice but to climb in or be left behind. There was no doubt he would leave you behind, and then you would get a talking to when you finally met back up with him.

“Lucifer again? Why do you have to follow his orders?” You asked before realizing you might be pushing your boundaries just a little too far.

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Gif source:  Barba

Imagine Barba obsessing over making everything perfect for when he proposes to you.

——— Request for anon ———

He’d called in just about every favor he had for this. He wanted the proposal to be perfect. Special. Everything either of you had ever dreamed about. After all, he wouldn’t be asking you to marry him in the first place if he wasn’t positive it was something the two of you both wanted.

But he was hung up on the ring. Should he get you one in your size pre-proposal? Or should he wait and just let you choose the one you wanted?

“So what do you think?” Barba asks, Carisi having listened to the dilemma at hand with an amused ear, probably thinking that Barba was getting a bit too obsessive in his planning. “Should I get the ring before or after?”

Carisi shrugs, letting out a chuckle as he pats Barba on the shoulder, “I think she’ll love the proposal, with or without the ring. Especially since you’ll get her one either way. If I know (Y/N), what she’s really gonna’ care about is the fact that you’re asking her to tie the knot.”

“Could you possibly be less helpful?”

anonymous asked:

Harry blurb w drunk kinky sex (daddy, handcuffing, idk)

i think about this a lot. hed be very clingy at first, soft, wet kisses peppered onto your jaw, neck and chest, making you promise to tell him if he goes too far, establishing a safe word and making sure consent is well understood despite his not so sober state. hed be very dominant, but praising you with every step. hed never dream of taking advantage of you, but god is he glad as shit you’re letting him have his way tonight. ur his and all his and he has his heart set on ur neighbors knowing that damn well, including that cocky shit from upstairs who’s been eyeing you lately when he thinks he isnt looking. the way you bite ur lip and grab the sheets until your knuckles go white has been haunting his mind, and the fact that hes finally gonna get to see that when hes spanking your ass till his name no longer sounds foreign on ur tongue makes his blood flow quicker than ever. especially after you specifically asked him to leave one or two rings on, hes barely able to stop himself from pretty much busting a nut right underneath you. the fact that u have stolen a pair of prop handcuffs from a friend has never made him happier than the moment when u whipped them out and slid them over to him over the smooth sheets with a reassuring nod and a sultry gaze. at this point u can swear he’s literally about to burst through the thick material of his black skinnies, the prominent vein in his neck making its way into your view as he leans over u to handcuff your wrists to the headboard, taking a horrific amount of time to strip the two of you down, but its almost unorthodox and unethical at this point. desire is basically raditaing off both of you to the point where your begging and “daddy please! i need you now” send him into overdrive and any other kind of foreplay is long forgotten as all he can think about is how good and tight you feel around him, and how beautifully helpless you’ll look under him as he pounds into you with lips attached to your neck and loud moans and strings of obsceneties coming from both parties fill the room.

For the anon who told me about their dick bag of a boyfriend

And hopefully soon to be ex. Listen to these if you do break up.

When You’re Heartbroken:

  • Sinéad O'Connor - “Nothing compares 2 U”
  • Taylor Swift - “All Too Well”
  • Dashboard Confessional - “Screaming Infidelities”
  • Roxette - “It Must Have Been Love”
  • The Cranberries - “Linger”
  • Lauryn Hill - “Ex-Factor”
  • Bonnie Tyler - “Total Eclipse of the Heart" 
  • Ron Pope - "A Drop in the Ocean”
  • Choice Lyrics: “And all the things that I wished I had not said / Are played in loops ‘till it’s madness in my head”
  • Kelly Clarkson - “Cry" 

When You’re Pissed:

  • Adele - "Rolling In The Deep”
  • Eamon - “Fuck It (I Don’t Want You Back)”  (especially this one)
  • Beyoncé - “Ring the Alarm”
  • Alanis Morissette - “You Oughta Know”
  • Justin Timberlake - “Cry Me a River”
  • Gotye - “Somebody That I Used To Know”
  • Damien Rice - “Rootless Tree”
  • All American Rejects - “Gives You Hell”
  • Miley Cyrus - “7 Things”
  • The Cab - “Risky Business”
  • Cee Lo Green - “Fuck You”
  • Miranda Lambert - “Kerosene”

When You Know You’re Better Off

  • Beyoncé - “Irreplaceable”
  • Carrie Underwood - “Before He Cheats”
  • Britney Spears - “Stronger”
  • Kelly Clarkson - “Since U Been Gone”
  • Sara Bareilles - “King of Anything”
  • Destiny’s Child - “Survivor”
  • Christina Aguilera - “Fighter”


I hope you feel better soon <3

anonymous asked:

McGenji prompt. McCree tries to propose to Genji, who coincidentally is trying to propose to him.

Title: Blessing
Fandom: Overwatch
Rating: G
Character(s): Jesse McCree | Genji Shimada | Hanzo Shimada | Jack Morrison
Relationship(s): Jesse McCree/Genji Shimada | Background Jack Morrison/Gabriel Reyes
Warning(s): None

Word Count: 1790

Notes:

  • I’m gonna be honest, this is not the fic you wanted. I know this, and I am really sorry, but I hc that Jack and Gabe were the ones who tried to propose to each other at the same time. I can’t imagine the same situation with anyone else. Saying that, I tried to work around this prompt to give you something that falls somewhat in line with the original idea
  • The engagement ceremony Genji mentions, I believe is called a Yuinou, which is a tradition in Japan where the couple get formally engaged at a later date after they’ve proposed/ been proposed to, but I wasn’t entirely clear if this is just for arranged marriages or if it’s a tradition for all couples, so correct me on that please if I have the wrong end of the stick.
  • Citrine shares November with Topaz as birthstones, and I hc Jesse was born November.
  • I have so many Shimada headcanons, holy shit please talk to me about them
  • Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated. I also have a tips jar if you would like to add a little extra. c:

Again, I am sorry it is not what you are looking for, but I still hope you enjoy xXx



‘What do you think?’

Hanzo barely set his teacup back in the saucer when a small black box was shoved under his nose from across the kitchen island. He drew back, looking down at the pale white-gold ring nestled on a soft blue cushion. A solitary yellow stone sat in the loops of overlapping metal,  cut in a perfect circle and polished to such a shine it appeared like a small sun against the blue. He blinked, staring at it in silence. He raised his gaze to Genji stretched across the counter, waiting patiently for his opinion.

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