favourit summer things

and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love–
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure

that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you

as you stand there,
—  Mary Oliver, ‘The Sun’
Dress (Sugar daddy!Calum smut)

Summary: You wear a dress guaranteed to send Calum up the wall (okay pls I can’t do summaries but it’s sugar daddy and they fuck and ahhHH hot stuff!)

Word Count: 4.8k (SO LONG OH MY GOD)

Warnings: There’s three sections of smut! Yes, three! Also daddy kink and bondage ;)

A/N: Jfc you have no idea how much effort I’ve put into this! I really hope you like it, I think it’s pretty good, if I do say so myself <3

Originally posted by cashtonkinks

For my CEO!5sos blurb night with @felicityash and @pretendtobepunkrock!

Crisp shirts. Sparkling cufflinks. Neat sheets. 

Just some of the many things that spring to mind when you think of him. 

Calum Hood, CEO of Hood Incorporations, hasn’t left your mind ever since you met to discuss a partnership deal. Your father owns a business similar to Calum’s and you, his devoted daughter, handle some of the more day-to-day tasks, including meeting with the extremely attractive business partner.

From the start you knew Calum was different. Maybe it was the elegance in which he operated, the silky smoothness embedded in his voice. 

Or, perhaps, it was the fact that he’d had you spread across his desk within ten minutes of your first encounter. 

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summer greets
me, a kiss on each
rosey cheek
every morning.
she whispers, you were never weak,
just gentle as breeze.
she is the season
in which i come back
to life.
my hope is not found in
fireworks or midnights,
nor new borns,
daffodils, blossom.
my hope sounds like friends singing
indie pop out of key,
tastes like lemon sorbet melting
faster than it can be eaten;
smells like peach scented factor 50 we
apply to each others backs;
looks like turquoise water where
shallow ocean strokes land.
my hope feels like sand
between my toes,
like saltwater burning my throat,
like hugs from my best friends,
like showering off sweat,
like picking out a postcard for
my grandmother, like holding pinky
fingers when it is too
hot to hold hands.
yes, summer can lash out, yesterday she
burned my back but
it was in the shape of
angel’s wings.

“Summer bummer” is definitely my favourite song of Lust for Life because I just can’t understand how a song can sound so heavenly and sexy at the same time, it’s hypnotic and I worship it.
I am so sure that Lana del Rey is a fucking siren that blesses us with her amazing and deep and beautiful voice.

lovelytitania  asked:

if i could ask something featuring victor with freckles? [sweats] thank you so much lily! ToT ♥

This is a late bday present for @lovelytitania, who’s a blessing to fandom with her beautiful soft art and gudevitya ♥ ♥ ♥

Yuuri has a lot of things he loves about summer. The rush of training for a new season; the long, lazy sunlit days; the lack of other commitments besides the ice. And now that he’s training in Hasetsu with Viktor Nikiforov (and god his heart still stutters at that) he also has the added bonuses of long twilit walks along the beach with Makkachin, loud and boisterous summer festivals complete with fireworks, and off days spent lazing in the sand with Viktor. 

It’s on one of these off days when he discovers his new favourite thing about summer: Viktor’s skin freckles in the sunlight.

Viktor had asked him to help apply sunscreen to his back, and Yuuri had obliged readily, spreading the cream along the smooth expanse of Viktor’s back. His body is fairly tan now from days spent in the sun, though there’s some lines of white from the lines of his t-shirts and trainers. However, Yuuri is more fixated on the little freckles like brown stars sprinkled along Viktor’s back, and he can’t help but linger his fingertips against a couple.

“See something you like?” Yuuri startles at the sound of Viktor’s voice. He withdraws his hand, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. “I didn’t mean to linger.” 

(Oh but he had.)

“I don’t mind,” says Viktor, his face eager and earnest as he turns to capture Yuuri with his piercing blue gaze. Yuuri finds himself fixating on the spray of freckles across Viktor’s nose instead, spreading across his cheeks and down his jaw, along his neck and collarbones. He wonders what sort of constellations he could draw between these dots, what sort of art he could create against Viktor’s skin.

He burns with the need, with the desire, with the want, but Viktor is too bright, too good, too distant. He’s like the evening star, giving the illusion of closeness while actually being light years away. At the end of the Grand Prix Final, Viktor will return to Russia, and Yuuri will be alone again, so he can only content himself right now with stolen moments, peppered through his days like the little freckles on Viktor’s skin.

“I used to hate these when I was a kid,” Viktor admits, holding up one freckled forearm. “That’s why you’d sometimes see me wearing long sleeves in summer photoshoots. Sometimes I’d have photographers slather me in foundation and concealer so that it wasn’t as obvious, but it was always so difficult to find a shade that matched my skin tone as well.”

Yuuri’s brows furrow. “They’re like stars,” he says, for lack of another thing to say. 

“Yeah.” Viktor laughs. “I used to spend summers with Chris in Marseille, and he’d play connect the dots on my face with marker after a couple glasses of wine.”

Yuuri reaches out then, his fingers tracing their own pattern between the dots along the bridge of Viktor’s nose. He giggles a bit when Viktor goes cross-eyed trying to follow his finger, when his nose scrunches beneath Yuuri’s fingertip. At the sound of his laughter, Viktor’s own face seems to light up even more.

“It’s like a galaxy,” Yuuri says absently, his finger now trailing down Viktor’s cheek. The other man makes a deep, low noise in his chest that sends shivers down Yuuri’s spine, leaning into his touch like an overeager puppy. Yuuri’s heart thunders at the sight, at the soft flutter of Viktor’s lashes against his cheeks.

But he pulls away at the last moment as Makkachin races up towards them from the surf, shaking his coat dry all over them before dropping a stick of driftwood in Yuuri’s lap. Yuuri laughs in acquiescence as he goes to throw the stick for Makkachin, though when he looks back Viktor’s shoulders have slumped in on themselves as he sits back on the towel.

“Are you coming?” he asks.

Viktor’s smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “In a moment,” he says, and though the coolness of his expression jolts through Yuuri’s chest unpleasantly, he nods and follows Makkachin into the water. 

Song asks

I write sins not tragedies: do you think you’ll ever get married?

Sugar, we’re goin’ down: what is your favourite animal?

Car radio: what car would you love to own?

The ghost of you: what is your dream job?

Northern downpour: list 5 songs that make you cry

Thnks fr th mmrs: what country would you like to visit?

Tear in my heart: countryside or city?

Welcome to the black parade: list 5 songs that you love to sing

Death of a bachelor: list 5 of your favourite albums ever

What a catch, Donnie: list 5 songs that make you think of your friends/significant other

Goner: list 5 things that make you sad

Na na na: list 5 things that make you happy

The ballad of mona lisa: list 5 of your favourite books

Sophomore slump or comeback of the year: what was the last fanfic that you read?

golden days: list 5 of your favourite movies

The kids from yesterday: what would you like to accomplish in the future?

The mighty fall: what are your favourite things about autumn/fall?

Mad as rabbits: what are your favourite things about summer?

house of gold: what are your favourite things about spring?

Oh ms believer: what are your favourite things about winter?

Dance, dance: what famous person would you love to be and why?

Keep asking me things!!

I’m feeling autumn guys, I made cinnamon French toast for breakfast, I collected pinecones and this afternoon I’m baking an apple pie (also probably bringing my orange-y theme back cause fuck everyone still waiting for a late summer it’s September and I’m going full force into autumn mode)


My favourite dancers from Club Dance Studio


Originally posted by clifforton

Pairing: Calum & Y/N 

Words 2.3k+

Warning: NSFW

I don’t know if model!calum is a thing.. but it seriously should be - shoutout to the anon that gave me the idea of model!calum. 


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Summertime ask
  • 1: Do you usually travel during summer?
  • 2: What's your favourite ice cream flavour?
  • 3: Do you like summer rain? How about thunderstorms?
  • 4: What would be in an ideal picnic basket?
  • 5: Do you like watching sunrise/sunsets?
  • 6: What's your favourite flower?
  • 7: Best memories from last summer?
  • 8: Do you prefer sunshine or cloudy days?
  • 9: Do you/your friends/your family have a summer cottage? Do you like going there?
  • 10: Tell about an encounter with a stranger during summertime
  • 11: Do you like camping?
  • 12: Would you rather go swimming or have a picnic?
  • 13: How long is your summer vacation?
  • 14: What would be the ideal length for your summer vacation?
  • 15: Best memories from this summer so far?
  • 16: Describe your typical summer with 5 words
  • 17: Sandals or flip-flops?
  • 18: Do you prefer spending the summer in the city or in the countryside?
  • 19: Songs that remind you of summertime?
  • 20: Have you ever been to any summer camps? Did you enjoy that?
  • 21: What are your favourite things about summer?
  • 22: Strawberries or watermelon?
  • 23: Tell a story from last summer
  • 24: Tell a story from this summer
  • 25: Do you enjoy going to festivals?
  • 26: Describe your summer with a song
  • 27: Have you made any good friends during summertime?
  • 28: Have you ever had a summer fling?
  • 29: Post 3 pictures from last summer
  • 30: Post 3 pictures from this summer

The most beautiful person to have ever graced the earth