falling-free

But the universal laws of physics yielded a judgment of blood that was absolutely real. Eighty-six people died altogether. That was not merely fraud, it was coldest, cruelest murder. 

This is the most important thing I will ever say to you. The human mind is the ultimate testing device. You can take all the notes you want on the technical data, anything you forget you can look up again, but this must be engraved on your hearts in letters of fire. 

There is nothing, nothing, nothing more important to me in the men and women I train than their absolute personal integrity. Whether you function as welders or inspectors, the laws of physics are implacable lie detectors. You may fool men. You will never fool the metal. That’s all.

— 

Falling Free by Lois McMaster Bujold

If I were allowed to assign book reports to engineering undergraduates, I’d give them Bujold’s science fiction novels.

Her books include a lot about technology and infrastructure (not just the fancy genetic modifications but the blocked up sewers and the space station resource recycling and the traffic problems of integrating flying and ground cars) and how they affect people and societies. She’s big on personal responsibility and people before principles. Well worth a read.

Falling Free is the only book with a `real’ (i.e. trained) engineer as the protagonist, but if you’re interested in the series I’d start with young Miles Vorkosigan in The Warrior’s Apprentice.

The 9th House

sun in 9th: idealistic, highly curious, philosophical, spiritual, loves learning, sincere, wise, lucky, humanitarian, can be bad tempered, inspiring, good teacher, constantly searching for purpose, tolerant, open minded, optimistic, self righteous

moon in 9th: lacks practicality, imaginative, spiritual, curious, restless, longs to travel, cultured, wanderer, likes change, inquisitive, intellectual, easily bored, fast paced

jupiter in 9th: wise, true humanitarian, knowledgeable, energetic, enthusiastic to learn, endlessly curious, open minded, can be scatterbrained, independent, has naturally good fortune, intuitive, visionary

mercury in 9th: intellectual, lively, consistent, adaptive, philosophical, always wants to learn more, loves conversation, decisive, can be judgemental, doesn’t pay attention to details, good teacher

venus in 9th: passionate about learning, philosophical, spiritual, creative, charming, values independence in a relationship, zestful, free spirited, falls in love easily, decisive, fast paced, adventurous

mars in 9th: strong morals, full of ideas, restless, adaptable, compelling, explorer, often active/athletic, straightforward, likes debating, sincere, open minded, social butterfly, busy mind, unorganised, humorous

saturn in 9th: intellectual, stubborn, firm beliefs, can be seen as orthodox, inflexible, skeptical, often religious, conventional, can be narrow minded, responsible, enthusiastic about learning, rational

uranus in 9th: open minded, loves learning, loves travelling, original thoughts, imaginative, flighty, expansive, optimistic, intuitive, unique views, rule breaker, hates restriction, despises the status quo

neptune in 9th: mystical, has big dreams, optimistic, wears rose tinted glasses, inspirational, prophetic, balanced, lacks focus, psychic, sensitive, lacks discipline, confident in ideas, faithful, attracted to exotic things

pluto in 9th: loves travelling, busy mind, impatient, enthusiastic, optimistic, fears opposing ideas/beliefs, can be argumentative, creative, analytical, needs meaning in life, dislikes hypocrisy, interested in law


aries in 9th: finds identity through philosophy/religion, impatient, spontaneous, attacks corruption; protester, quick thinker, adventurous, optimistic, can be insensitive, adaptable, brings ideas into action, calm under pressure

taurus in 9th: tends to be traditional, cautious when travelling, unchanging beliefs, patient, persistent, practical, drawn to earthy tones, likes visiting places to do with nature

gemini in 9th: easily bored, adventurous, curious, always wants to try new things, can lose enthusiasm easily, challenged by authority figures,  has a mixture of beliefs, communicates understandably & effectively, interested in literature, finds meaning in everyday life, logical

cancer in 9th: intuitive, finds protection through spiritual/philosophical beliefs, can be self centred, emotional attached to beliefs, defends beliefs, needs instruction to grow, selfless worker, adaptable

leo in 9th: optimistic, bring ideas into action, calm under pressure, likes travelling, self confident, ideas are lofty, likes learning, enlightens others

virgo in 9th: interested in word events, ideas are orderly, strictly follow rules, can be judgemental of others beliefs, seeks higher knowledge, abstract thinker, down to earth

libra in 9th: likes to travel, wants to be in a harmonious environment, strong sense of equality, respects all beliefs, enjoys learning, indecisive about beliefs, intellectual, artistic, tactful

scorpio in 9th: interested in conspiracies, secretive, prefers not to travel, emotionally invested in beliefs, critical, can be judgemental, likes to research, loves culture and religion

sagittarius in 9th: positive, expanding mind, open minded about belief systems, ever changing mind, likes to travel, passionate about teaching, wants to discover the ‘ultimate truth’, philosophical, versatile interests

capricorn in 9th: conventional beliefs, requires facts to believe something, normally doesn’t like to travel, street smart, often wants to be the authority figure, traditional, ambitious, practical

aquarius in 9th: unconventional beliefs, progressive, enjoys to travel, interesting teacher, advanced thinker, can be aloof, eccentric energy, embraces other cultures

pisces in 9th: fiercely spiritual, likes to be around water, too trusting, creative, selfless, compassionate, believes everything is connected, can have delusional beliefs

highlights from my 12-person d&d session

Or, “How I Saved the World from Complete and Total Destruction… Oh, and These Eleven Idiots Were Here Too, I Guess” by Ilya the Bard

  • The halfling monk interpreted “no armor” to mean “no clothing at all” and also, “covered in oil.” The rest of the party didn’t want to get near him, which was unfortunate because we all had to squeeze together to sneak past some zombie giants, and the naked monk almost ruined it by scraping his bare butt against one of them
  • The tiefling sorcerer/warlock (or sorlock), a follower of the Great Old One, a cult leader, and ostensibly the most evil member of the party, spent most of the campaign buffing or otherwise aiding other party members. The paladin, who had vowed to kill him once the session was over, changed his mind by the end because “you’re all right.”
  • The paladin climbed a castle wall, launched himself at a Beholder, stabbed it in the eye with a spear and then hung there as the rest of the party piled other attacks on top of him, yelling, “I CAN TAKE IT!”
  • The Beholder cast Dominate Person on a few party members, but that didn’t do anything because we killed it before it got to their turn… in just over a single round of combat. Twelve-person party, man.
  • The drow rogue (named Drizzl Do’Furty) spent half of the campaign disguised as a Canadian suburban dad named Chad who stumbled upon the dungeon while looking for the Home Depot and just… stayed there.
  • Later, the rogue got swallowed by a Mimic and lost his disguise in the ensuing chaos. The paladin became convinced that the drow was someone else entirely and Chad had been devoured by the Mimic.
  • The rouge encouraged this by using his Helm of Telepathy to pretend to be Chad’s ghost.
  • The human fighter (one of several) didn’t use his weapons and instead just threw vials of acid at the bosses.
  • The naked monk, upon discovering that he was immune to poison, proceeded to cover himself with neurotoxin and drow poison to deal extra poison damage whenever he punched something. The rest of the party’s reactions to touching him went from “ew” to “oh hell no” and he was forced to travel at the back of the party, at least ten feet away from the nearest other party member.
  • My character, a half-elf bard, rolled a nat 20 on Deception and convinced a group of ilithid that we were Eldritch Girl Scouts selling cookies. They let us pass without fighting us, with an order to “leave the cookies here for when you die further into the dungeon”
  • A few rooms later, my bard rolled a crit fail on her Arcana check for a magic statue and became absolutely convinced that you had to eat the statue to proceed through the dungeon. She almost persuaded other party members to actually do it.
  • When the drow was swallowed by the Mimic, the sorlock used Eldritch Blast at least six times in a row to punt it, at intervals of 10 feet, out of a side room into the main room while the rest of us waited. We immediately dealt over 100 damage to it, which… killed it very very dead.
  • Upon facing the final boss, a gigantic red dragon, the dragonborn sorcerer attempted to seduce it by singing a traditional dragon courting ballad, Whitney Houston’s “I Will Always Love You,” accompanied by the rest of the party.
  • He failed.
  • The sorlock polymorphed his horse (which he had been riding this entire time) into a T-Rex. The resulting wild magic surge made him unable to speak for the next minute, and instead pink bubbles came out of his mouth.
  • He counterspelled the dragon’s subsequent Polymorph spell on him by flipping it off with both hands. Luckily, Counterspell only needs a somatic component.
  • I inspired the dragonborn sorcerer, who was named Jeremiah, by singing “Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog.” He immediately spent it on persuading the dragon to kiss him.
  • He succeeded.
  • And then was KO’d by the dragon.
  • The dragon collapsed the bottom of the dungeon and sent us all plummeting into an infinite free-fall. Our party dealt with this in several ways, including:
    • Casting Feather Fall or Fly on themselves/other party members
    • Casting Feather Fall and then Fly on the T-Rex, and having other party members grab onto it
    • Dimension Door onto the back of the dragon (me, and the paladin)
    • Using a grappling hook to grapple onto the dragon’s tail (acid-throwing fighter)
    • Having another party member throw them onto the dragon, while both party members are falling (halfling monk)
  • The monk decided to run as far up the dragon’s nostril as he could in order to better deal poison damage.
  • The dragon was finally killed by 5 points of poison damage from the naked, oily, covered in poison halfling monk shoved halfway up its nose.
  • The world was saved. A glorious end.

So after seeing the premiere of Norwegian Les Mis last night, here are some of my fave parts:

The entire opening with look down was fucking on point with whips (used for sound effects and visuals), dragging people away bc they couldn’t work, and actually made it look like a shipyard with ropes and everything
Extraordinary elaborate stage sets AND a spiraling stage like they have on west end
They made use of the entire depth of the stage and had people climbing so many props/stairs
Live fire in form of candles and sort-of-barrels on stage on several occasions
Lovely ladies was fucking savage and includes Fantine ‘having sex’ on stage, which turns into a fucking gangbang in the background
So many swear words from the Thenardiers, which is not at all normal in Norwegian theater
Tiny-Eponine giving her doll to Tiny-Cosette when she leaves with Valjean as a parting gift
Overall more interaction between Eponine and Cosette
The barricade boys actually helping people in the streets during Paris/Look down, instead of just handing out flyers
Feuilly is recruited to the revolution on-stage
Enjolras is the first on stage of the barricade boys and the first one to follow him on stage is Grantaire
Jehan Prouvaire has a fucking plant he carries with him everywhere, from the Musain to the Barricades where he dies next to it
Enjolras holding hands with Grantaire during do you hear the people sing
Enjolras learning Grantaire how to use a firearm during one day more
ENJOLRAS AND GRANTAIRE MAKING OUT IN THE BACKGROUND OF ON MY OWN
Grantaire taking care of Marius when Eponine dies
Grantaire and Enjolras holding hands during drink with me, while Gavroche sits in Grantaire’s armpit
Grantaire reluctantly letting go of Enjolras’ hand when they continue fighting
Feuilly has a fucking sword on the barricade
Soldiers following Javert over the barricade when all of the barricade boys are dead
The jacket of Joly from the movie being worn by Joly on the stage
Javert commits suicide with a free fall effect into the shadows from the top of one of the props
Empty chairs at empty tables was on point, having Marius 'interact’ more with the ghosts of his friends
Three giant pieces of fabric in the colors blue, white and red rolled out, covering the entire stage during the finale

I am fucking shook and I loved all of it

The Younger Son - Part Two

((OOC: Regulus played by @space-marauder, Orion played by @sirussly, Sirius played by @asktheboywholived

Part One))



Mere minutes pass before the shrieking begins to subside, twice as long as it took for the cracks of disapparating witches and wizards to cease completely, but the boy knows it will take much longer for his mother’s fury to fade. He retreats to his room, patiently waiting for the heat of her anger to ebb. He hears the ache of the ancient floors, the night owls in the trees beyond the window, the rumble of a muggle car passing by. Only then does he begin to make his way back down the creaking stairs.

His mother sits, calm as the sea after a storm, sipping from a glass of dark red wine in her hand, the smell of something burning surrounding her, a manifestation of the anger that consumed her only an hour earlier.

He chuckles at his own joke while his mother remains passive. The coldness of his mother’s looks don’t mix with the smell of the smoke and, slowly, concern begins to creep into him.

His eyes fall on her wine free hand, loosely twirling her wand.

“Well then where is he?”

Walburga’s attention finally turns to her younger son.

“I don’t believe your brother will be coming back,” she said, contempt dripping from her lips.

“Why’d you say it like that?” he asked her.

A sudden realization rushes over him, and he sprints to the next room. He’s smelled that smoke before. A grand tapestry towers above him, full of the faces of his ancestors, scattered with scorch marks replacing those who had betrayed their pureblood ideals, but his eyes search for only one.

His mother is sat unmoving as he reenters the room.

As her footsteps fade, the smell of smoke dissipates into the air until there is no trace that anything out of the ordinary at all happened that night at Number 12 Grimmauld Place.



FIN

It Wasn’t Real (part eight)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - finale

A/N: ALSO, WARNING: This is kinda seeming like a Stan x Reader with how much i mention Stan but don’t get it twisted: IT WILL BE A RICHIE X READER! It’s just Stan was so close to winning i wanna still make him a strong, prominent character!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see) Richie x Reader and very slight Eddie x Reader

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, and sexual abuse (mild) plus Henry being a dick, so….

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Originally posted by edsgazebos

“Y/N, do you know what this is?”

You paused, staring at the six that surrounded you. No. No you didn’t know what this was. In truth yo’d all began, right at the quarry. And you had no idea why. “No.” You muttered with a shake of your head; “no I don’t. What is this?”

“Y/N, we’re sorry.” Mike spoke up, stepping into your line of vision. There was a sinking feeling within you and you felt yourself at a loss on what to say. They’re sorry? Sorry for what? For leaving you? Abandoning you? Pretending like you didn’t exist for the past four years? 

As silence carried on, everyone staring at you for a response, you felt your eyes water. They’d yet to answer your question on where Stan was, but you’d wait. You wanted to know why they were so sorry, why they’d done what they’d done. “You’re sorry.” You repeated finally, looking down at your feet. “You’re sorry?” The moment you’d been waiting for was finally coming true, and you didn’t understand why. It’d been so easy to leave you, Bill, Beverly, Ben, all of them, must have stopped talking to you for a reason.

“Y-Yes.” Bill replied, letting his hand fall on your shoulder. 

You shook your head, your hands falling to cover your eyes and to hide the tears than begun to fall. You never expected this day to come, you never thought any of them would speak to you again, let alone apologize for everything. It was the one thing you’ve only ever wanted coming true and here you were hiding your face in your hands as you sobbed. Everything was becoming too much, it felt like this past week had gone by in a blur. “For what?”

“For leaving you when you needed us the most.” Ben answered you, and you felt the entirety of the group surround you. It was just like that day back then, when they’d saved you from Pennywise and hugged you like you were their entire world. You’d all been so close then, so bounded together that you felt like you could defeat anything. Here you were four years later, sobbing as they held you, again

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Missed You

Harry’s lap was vacant and I couldn’t find a more suitable seat. It didn’t happen often anymore—us sitting together, or rather me sitting on top of the man. As a second priority under work, I had no room in my schedule for him. However, when we did converse, it involved sluggish caresses and pouty red lips, both which I adored. He was neither tired, or fatigued so I took up both roles.

It was book: I would remove my jacket, let it cling on a hook, and mumble a quick ‘hello’ before wandering to my study where I’d bury myself in piles of works. Right now, I wanted nothing more than to drown myself in his scent. With a careless toss of my outer layer, I crawled into the living room.

“Hi,” Harry said automatically. “How was your day?” His expectation was a blasé mutter and a grumpy shrug, and somewhere along the third week, he’s refused to even raise his head to look at me. He didn’t expect my shadow towering over him, and he definitely didn’t expect my crashing figure on top of him.

“What—!” he grunted when I let my body free fall onto him. Harry’s response was hesitant, and after he’d tenderly tucked my head into his neck, he peered around curiously at my face. His nose briefly brushed against mine.

“You alright?” he inquired and the concern in his voice dripped onto my face. My lids fluttered closed, enjoying the way his voice rumbled and vibrated against my ear. A dazed smile spread across my face and I probably looked crazy but I didn’t care even the slightest bit.

I licked my lips.

“I just wanna feel you,” I said innocently as I picked my head up and my arms went around his neck. I smashed our cheeks together and held him tightly. “Missed you.”

“I’ve got a koala for a girlfriend,” Harry snickered.

“You need to shave. I missed you,” I repeated, quieter this time.

“Yeah?” he smiled delightfully, orbs glistening with fond as I knuckled at my eyes. They were bloodshot, I knew. I nodded and released him from my hold, keeping a steady elbow on him as I continued to vigorously rub my eyes until her caught my wrists and brought them down with a soft, but firm, tug. “Gonna pop those bad guys right out if you keep that up, flower,” he advised me as if I were a child.

I liked feeling like a child with him.

Then, Harry properly looked at me with clear eyes and a watering mouth as thrill shot through my spine and all my worries erased with a single of his arched brows. His eyes were kinder than usual and a beautiful shade of green plains. They weren’t tired, like I expected, but dulled down anyways from his work day. He blinked dolefully.

“Missed you too,” he breathed, winding his arms across my torso. His touches were tender. Tender was the only way I could accurately describe him.

My fingers clumsily pressed against him under eyes. They had darkened a couple shades and no matter how hard he slept, they were imprinted on his skin, just like I was. Leaning forward, I dragged my lips over the areas I touched. A laughter burst through Harry’s chest and my fingers tightened their hold on the hair along his nape.

His lashes were soft against the tip of my nose which almost made me sneeze, however I held my breath to savor the moment. When my lungs couldn’t burn and writhe any longer, my eyes watered and I dropped my head onto his clavicle as I sneezed into his shoulder.

It was second nature of his to cradle my head whenever it rested on any part of his body and secretly, I loved it. I cherished it but never told him in fear he’d timidly refrain from doing it again.

“I’d say bless you,” he said as he scrunched his nose. “But I’m afraid you’ll sneeze again, closer to my face.”

“I don’t have sleeves,” I groused with a frown on my face. “Besides, is that a couple milestone? Sharing germs? Getting each other sick?” I smiled sweetly at him as I laid my head onto his shoulder, waiting for his fingers to slide into my hair. When they did, I swallowed a content hum. He continued his torture by scratching at my scalp and I gulped, forcing myself to incarcerate another muffled sound of approval.

Harry didn’t reply. Two minutes passed and he remained stoic expect for his hand that worked in my hair. The television didn’t cease its background noises behind me so I opened my mouth to question his motives, or perhaps apologize. Apologize for what, I didn’t know, but coming home unreasonably late was a good start.

“Hey—”

“Stay quiet,” he almost whimpered as, I suspected, his eyes fell closed and breathing evened. His voice was suddenly garbled a giant my shoulder as he held me like a flimsy doll to him chest. A couple deeper breaths filled the air as he thoroughly inhaled my scent and my own lids dropped to a half open state. I refused to remain quiet during times like these, yet I couldn’t bear to ruin this moment. Eventually, his hands started gingerly rubbing my back and I caved heavily and instantly. He was the first to speak, tapping my thigh twice as a signal to display my face.

His eyes were filled with my universe. I counted the stars with awe as he spoke.

“I’m in the mood for cupcakes,” he lazily grinned, a childish and cherubic expression on his face. How much I loved that face.

I recovered. I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans, feverish at his stare, ready to fulfill his wish.

“His Wedding” Part 1

Summary: Modern-Day (AU) Bucky and you are exes. He moved on but you couldn’t since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor - a ridiculous one. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will be fine. But it doesn’t always work out, does it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 609

Warnings: noooonnnee ;)

Author’s Note: repost, with a lil’ editing!

‘His Wedding’ Masterlist | Main Masterlist

I can say no to him, straight away. The negative term, which I hardly use is now on the tip of my tongue. And my brain is hundred percent sure I want to say it.

No Bucky I can’t.

But when he gave me those baby blue puppy dog eyes, I just knew, I couldn’t.

Who am I fooling, here?

“What do you say, doll?” Bucky asks me for the second time. “Will you?”

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That Day Back Then

Originally posted by kulo-ren

@lovely-wagner, @gazebros and Anonymous Requested: finally a blog that writes for IT where the requests are open!! i’ve been writing so much lately i haven’t had the time to read. can i have a richie tozier x reader where the reader is bill’s sister (twin or a lil older u can choose) and it’s the scene at the quarry. she gets there with beverly and both girls jump in at the same time and she catches richie staring when they get back to the top so she kisses him when they’re heading to ben’s house?? sorry if it’s too complicated, thanks though!
+ Oh it is fine😊 could u do a richie tozier x reader. They are 15 and dating richie is really sweet and they are in love just a cute fluffy fic💗💗💗
+ yo if you could write a richie x reader that’d be neat!!

Pairing: Richie x Reader

Warnings: so I altered some of the requests a bit. They are thirteen in this story just to fit with the other request, I hope you don’t mind @lovely-wagner


Being Bill Denbrough’s twin sister was always an interesting experience. It had been since you were young. 

You and Bill were close, well actually you were close with the both of your siblings. Georgie and Bill were your best friends, no matter what, and when Georgie had died, like the rest of your family, you’d been devastated. All that ran through your mind was, why him? Why Georgie? What did that innocent six year old boy ever do to deserve a fate such as that?

You’d shut yourself off from everyone, including your family. While Bill spent most of his time studying the layout of the sewers in Derry, you spent most of your time in your room, just staring outside.

Then eventually Bill had managed to pull you out of your room and slowly, you started returning to the outside world. Whereas before you spent most of your time off with your own friends, you started hanging out with Bill’s… interesting group of friends. You knew all of them, of course, you were Bill’s age and you’d heard him talk about them enough to be able to pick them apart.

And what had started as just you, Bill, Eddie, Stan and Richie slowly grew into more. Ben joined after you found him bleeding from his stomach. You met Beverly the same time when she’d helped the boy get proper supplies. It was you who invited her to join you and the boys at the quarry next day if she saw fit. 

So that’s how you found yourself running wildly, the wind in your air and the warm sun hitting your bare skin (minus the bathing suit you wore) as you ran to the edge of the cliff. Once Beverly arrived the both of you had decided to stand up your brother and friends and be the brave ones. Of course you were nervous but you loved the feeling of the adrenaline rushing through you.

Soon you were free falling off the cliff, Beverly next to you as you both screamed with enjoyment. Soon your body hit the water and you were succumbed by the freezing but soothing lake. When you reached the surface of the water, you screamed at the top of your lugs in pure amusement, laughing with Beverly as you watched the boys from below stare down in shock.

“Hot damn, Bill.” Richie breathed, squinting at you through his glasses. 

Confused by Richie’s statement, Bill tore his eyes off Beverly from below to look over at his best friend in bafflement. “Your sister… is fucking hot.”

“Dude. That’s my sister.” Bill clarified, a disgusted look on his face.

It was no secret to anyone that Richie had a crush on Bill’s twin sister, he’d told everyone a long time ago. And while it’d taken everyone a while to actually believe it was a genuine crush instead of his just finding her attractive, the crew, mainly Bill, had grown use to it. But that didn’t mean Bill wasn’t bothered by Richie’s comments about his sister.

You were his sister.

Twin sister. And he happened to be very close and very protective of you.

“Doesn’t matter,” Richie grinned, turning to Bill and shrugging. “She’s still hot.” Before Bill could even attempt to hit Richie upside the head, he leapt into the water, making sure to set down his glasses before. Richie laughed as he landed in the water, swimming over to you as you giggled at his silliness.

“Nice of you to join us.”

The rest of the day was spent splashing around in the water. You’d even managed to knock Beverly off of Bill’s shoulder while sat on Richie, deeming you and Richie the winners. You’d bloated about it to Bill for a while, pretty proud of yourself.

Now you trailed behind the group, Richie by your side as you all walked back to your home. 

You’d noticed Richie’s eyes on you for a while as you both walked in silence. You were both quite a bit’s way back from the rest of the group, making the noise around you silent as you watched Bill and Beverly chat happily. Laughing suddenly, you turned to look over at Richie; “are you just gonna stare at me all day?”

Richie’s face immediately grew red and he started sputtering as you let out another laugh. Smacking him softly on his arm, you shook your head; “i’m just teasing you, Rich.” He nodded, obviously not able to find the words. Glancing to the rest, you made sure none of the them were pay attention before you pulled Richie to a stop.

Suddenly bashful, you fiddled with the hem of your shirt. “Hey, Richie, I noticed you staring at me back at the quarry. And I was just wondering, if you liked me?” When you dared to look back up at him, you saw Richie’s face red once again which you took as your answer. Not giving him time to reply, you leaned forward, pressing your lips against his. He seemed still for a moment before his hands grabbed ahold of your face.

Leaning back, you smiled at him brightly. “Yeah…” Richie trailed off, “I’ve liked you for a while.”

“Great!” You grinned, pulling back to grab ahold of his hand.

“Y/N! Richie! C’mon!”

No wonder she is Sleeping Beauty, constantly feeling tired and lethargic. Holding up concrete foundation for everybody, but feeling her own world strangle her, and then slip beneath her, the constant threat of free fall. Rest now,
it’s okay to rest
—  Taurus
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Title: The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

Summary: "Trini sighed and was about to swipe left because she wasn’t interested in looking for love right now. Tinder is just… Tinder. It’s all just a game to her. 

That is until she accidentally swipes up.

‘You Super Liked Kimberly!’“

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Trimberly Week: Day 1: Coffee shop, college, fake dating au

ps. there’s more social media au edits if you read this mess of a story :)

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Nobody Needs To Know

Can I request a threesome with Jimin, Jungkook, and Suga? Where you’re stressed out having an argument over your s/o (Jungkook) and he decides to try and get you to do stuff with him which you reluctantly agree to. Suga and Jimin are also in the house and you and Jungkook don’t realize it so they plan to come in and join after hearing the noises you two made? Thx 💗💗

Warnings: Pet names, sub!jimin, sub!reader, oral (female and male receiving), tit fucking, choking, smut, smut, and more smut

“Come on princess. I said sorry.” Jungkook reaches for your hand but you move out of his reach before he can touch you. He sighs heavily, head dropping to the floor. “Are you really going to punish me for something I didn’t notice?”

“That’s just it! You never notice! Seeing all these girls flirt with you is… it’s hard on me.” You cross your hands over your chest, willing yourself not to cry. Not right now. Not in front of Jungkook. “All I’m asking is for you to be a little more aware and shut it down when it happens. Is that so wrong?”

Jungkook runs his hands over his face, a sign his patience is starting to wear thin. “But if I don’t notice I don’t notice. Maybe you’re just being paranoid?”

The words aren’t said harshly or irritably. His tone stays even and calm, but you still find your stress level skyrocketing. You’re no good at arguments. Especially arguments with Jungkook. The two of you just end up talking in circles, getting nowhere, resolving nothing. It’s annoying and stressful and half the time you just end up giving in.

“Maybe,” you whisper quietly.

Jungkook sighs, motioning for you to come sit beside him on the bed. “Don’t do that. Don’t just agree with me. This obviously bothers you and I’m sorry. I promise to do better.”

You cover his legs with your own when you sit, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Does this mean the fight’s over?”

When you look up there’s a dark twinkle in his eye.

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I was thinking about my chart and was curious to see how the elements of each of my signs correspond to the houses they fall in. Feel free to add your own!

air sun in an earth house
air moon in an earth house
earth mercury in an earth house
water venus in an air house
fire mars in an air house
air jupiter in an earth house
fire saturn in a water house
air uranus in an earth house
earth neptune in an earth house
fire pluto in an air house

“His Wedding” Part 2

Summary: Modern-Day (AU) Bucky and you are exes. He moved on but you couldn’t since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor - a ridiculous one. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will be fine. But it doesn’t always work out, does it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 856

Warnings: maybe a lil angsty?

Author’s Note: repost, with a lil’ editing!

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Part 1 | Part 2


To assure him that I’m actually considering it, I laugh and repeat, “Let’s do it! I’ll be your wedding planner, Bucky.”

“Oh, my God. You have no idea how much happy you’ve made me!” Bucky gets up from his chair and makes a round from the desk to reach out and pulls me up in a tight hug.

Yes, he’s happy because I said yes to plan his wedding with Lilly. Well, he must have been even happier when she would’ve said yes to marry him. But at least I made him smile by saying yes to this. While being in his arms, I tried not to smell his cologne because that will make me even more addicted than I am. I wiggle out of his grip, my hands falling back to my sides but his remained firm on mine.

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