One of Rowan’s keenest senses is smell. He loves to sling one arm around your waist, pull you back against his chest, and press his nose to your hair. He will lay there contently for hours on end with you in his arms and your scent intoxicating him. He likes to trace idle designs along your stomach, pressing light kisses along your neck. Rowan knowing that you are safe and secure in his arms is the best feeling in the world.
Wings surrounding both of you, blocking out anything outside your little bubble, Rhys will completely encase you with his body. He will entwine your legs and wrap his arms around you, holding you tightly and firmly against him at the beginning. As you both start to drift to sleep, his hold will relax but he can’t stop himself from placing kisses all over whenever he can. Whether it be your neck, nose, chin, forehead, lips, cheeks, etc, Rhys has kisses you whenever possible. You love cuddling with him because he makes you feel adored and protected.
Hands. Whether they be real of magic, Dorian’s hands are always moving whenever you cuddle. They travel aimlessly up and down you back, ribs, hips, thighs, stomach. He intertwines them with your own, squeezing gently - his silent way of letting you know he loves you. His fingers caress your cheeks and collarbone, hips and lower back, doodling lazy swirls here and there. His hands running through your hair eventually lulls you into a blissful sleep, him kissing your forehead when your breathing evens out.
I am so tired of these Deep White Women using big words to dull Beyonce’s shine while paying the false coin of being introspective on behalf of all women.
In doing so, she has created a new paradigm for what it means to be a pregnant woman in the public eye — one in which the very act of conceiving and carrying a child (or two children; she is having twins) becomes de facto proof of the power of femininity, doled out in carefully controlled and stage-managed moments. The message is positive: Pregnant is beautiful. It should be worshiped.
The problem is, for many women it is also messy, sometimes uncomfortable and just another fact of life. And in her extended fetishization of her own physical evolution, Beyoncé has not allowed for any of that. As a result, she hasn’t just raised the bar for fellow famous people. She may have raised it uncomfortably high for us all.
How is anything Beyonce does remotely relevant to your average, everyday, pedestrian existence? She is Beyonce. Everything she does, she probably does it better than you. Why? An innate talent coupled with an unparalleled work ethic that leads to way more money than you can ever imagine which can pretty much buy her way out of having to deal with normal people shit.
Was Beyonce raising the bar for secrecy when she released a whole ass album with six hundred forty-three videos under the cover of darkness? No. You just kept on with your average person ability to tell a lie.
Was Beyonce raising the bar for career achievement when she broke the record for the most number of Grammy nominations by a female artist? No. You continued to hope for a promotion from bra-fitter to Victoria’s Secret Cashwrap Supervisor and drowned your average person sorrows at happy hour in the meantime.
Was Beyonce raising the bar for marital discord when her sister went all Sharkeisha Nooooo on her husband in an elevator? No. You just left another passive aggressive note on the refrigerator about being out of milk and hoped your average person husband would pick up on the subtext and get his act together.
Was Beyonce raising the bar for upper thigh meat when she decided to stop wearing pants on stage in 2009? No. You are still spending your average person moneys on women’s fitness magazines featuring rail thin white women.
How is Beyonce now raising the bar for pregnancy because she is fat-faced, happy, and draped in expensive fashions? You can still continue your average person pregnancy eating pickles & ice cream in your husband’s XL t-shirt watching reruns of Sex & The City because guess what – you are not Beyonce.
Nobody is watching your every move. Nobody cares what you do. Laugh too hard in the checkout line at Kroger and slip out a little pregnancy pee. Wear mis-matched shoes because you haven’t seen your feet in 6 weeks. Wear a ponytail with a damn scrunchie every single day of your third trimester because you can’t be arsed to fuss with your hair. Nobody gives a shit. You are not Beyonce.
Beyonce’s job is to be more glamorous than you regardless of her life stage. If Beyonce broke every bone in her leg, guess what. She would be on Instagram with the mother of all casts, some model only previously available to astronauts or some shit, and the Beyhive would find a new emoji to represent her high fashion medical device.
Don’t compare yourself to any other pregnant woman. Do you know how many variables there are in a pregnancy? It’s a wonder any of us escape the uterus alive with all the things that can complicate gestation. But it’s especially ridiculous to compare yourself to Beyonce for any reason whatsoever. You are taking a woman who has built a fortune on one part talent, one part mystique, and one part glamour and expecting her to, what, look regular? Give you the personal details of her morning sickness? Do you also want her to write her next hit about pooping on the delivery table? Show you her afterbirth diaper? She ain’t Karen from accounting. This is BEYONCE and y'all need to find something else to be concerned about.
so fun fact this is now my fave op tied for first spot with floria! i love the way the scenes changed from being empty to the yokai appearing in them aa i wanted to do the other shots and the other days for this week but hoooo boy work has been kicking my butt this week :’) maybe one day ill do this concept again,, im sorry i didnt draw u mizuki ur too big
Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst, smut.
A/N: Part four! Bucky goes to see Banner and finds out more about his past with Y/N, while they find out about that something in his head.
Oh, and things get sexy.
Banner is nice enough. He keeps calling me James, though, and it’s a little confusing. Everyone here keeps calling me Bucky, and getting used to that one name was tough enough as it is. Now that I remember.. some difficult times, it’s a little exhausting to remind myself to answer to ‘James’ as well.
But he’s nice and lets me know what everything he’s using is for, so I decide to keep my trap shut and just roll with it. They’re trying to help me, after all. See how long it’ll take before I regain all of my memories, and I can’t wait for that to finally fucking happen.
A voice from the ceiling startles the living shit out of me when Doctor Banner asks some one called Friday what my brain-scan tells her.
This is a compilation of fics that I’ve read/re-read over the past month. Faves get a star ( ★ ). There is also a separate fic rec page for my favorites here and a fic rec sorter here, if you’d like to check those out. :)
▶▶ How to Make It Right by loserchildhotpants ★
N/A | 3,337w
Stiles, in his years with Derek as his slave, has grown used to Derek’s tones of voice. Derek is a man of few words - Stiles was never sure if this was just his nature, or the product of his horrific environment. With so few words to work with, Stiles learned to read Derek’s body language, hear all the things unspoken in the way Derek said those few words and he learned quite quickly that silence is often many words at once.
▶▶ The Moon’s Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific ★
Explicit | 82,866w
Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.
He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.
Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.
He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.
And then he leaves.
▶▶ Under Development by dr_girlfriend ★
Teen And Up | 24,763w
Environmental lawyer Derek Hale is determined to stop the planned defacement of his beloved Beacon Hills Preserve by the mammoth Starr Development company. To do so, he makes a deal with the devil himself — Stiles Starr, the brash young scion of the Starr family and COO of Starr Development. Derek hates Stiles at first sight. Mieczysław Stilinski, on the other hand, is someone that Derek could grow to like…or even love.
▶▶ All the broken hearts in the world still beat by dragon_temeraire
Teen And Up | 3,354w
Stiles totally needs to make Lydia Martin jealous. Yeah. And his best chance is to convince star lacrosse player Derek Hale to (fake) date him.
▶▶ Breaking the Ice by veterization
Explicit | 15,411w
Stiles is a figure skater turned pair skater who gets teamed up with has-been skater Derek Hale, and neither of them are exactly pleased.
▶▶ Burn It Out by Omni
Teen And Up | 6,390w
Everything that he was got burned out of him, turned to ash and shadow just like everyone he loved. He was hollowed out and empty, and it hurt like claws across exposed nerves.
Here’s the fics I read (and like) during June! (friendly reminder I read almost only Explicit or Mature fics)
King of the Road, by Stoney : Derek sees the guy–all long lines, furtive glances, hungry–leaning
against the diner out in the middle of nowhere. Yeah, Derek’s hungry,
too. (30k, E)
☾ He Gets Me High , by talktowater : Stiles and Derek act like a couple. But they’re not. Seriously!
Derek has a boyfriend and Stiles has a girlfriend. They’re just
friends, overly-attached and possessive friends, but that’s it. Right? (11k, E)
☾The Second Coming (of Werewolf Jesus), by lupinus, uraneia
: Stiles was enjoying his senior year until his crazy English
teacher decided he made the best candidate to gestate Derek’s kid. Now
Stiles is a seventeen-year-old pregnant dude and he and Derek have to
figure their shit out, because in nine months they are going to be tied
together for the rest of their lives. (40k, E)
☾Balloon Animals Are Awesome , by DiscontentedWinter
Stiles is totally in love with Lydia. Until one day he’s not. Fuck his life. And seriously? Derek? Derek Hale? He can’t be in love with Derek Hale. Derek hates him. Doesn’t he?
☾no aphrodisiac like loneliness, by thepsychicclam : Stiles is 27 now, with a master’s degree and a career and a
house and a serious boyfriend and a life in San Francisco that doesn’t
include Derek. But then Stiles unexpectedly shows back up in Beacon
Hills, and Derek would recognize that scent anywhere. (20k, E)
☾And miles to go before I sleep, by Heart_Of_Steel_And_Fandoms :
Stiles leaves Beacon Hills at the end of Sophomore year. He’s
been abandoned by the pack, scarred by the hunters, and carries the
equivalent of a volcano of magic inside him. Needless to say, his life
sucks. But when Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills, over a year later and
with a new persona, he isn’t the same powerless human the pack
remembers. And when demons threaten Beacon Hills, he proves to everyone
that sarcasm isn’t his only defence. (112k, E)
☾In the Mountains , by
: Feeling overwhelmed by his parent’s control and the pressure of
law school, Derek moves to the small mountainous town of Beacon Hills
to find himself and figure out what he wants in life. He finds love in
the form of diner owner and single parent Stiles and Derek soon learns
what real responsibility is. (48k, M)
not gonna lie, I would so read that mermaid au that you wrote the summary of
That was one of the ones I just couldn’t get out of my head so here’s some random extracts and concept writing.
Disclaimer - this is a fake au fic from the Rivals series. In universe it would be written by a Viktuuri fan and so is based on how that fans see umfb!viktor and Yuuri not as they actually are. It was also written as a joke on my phone in half an hour so please don’t take this as serious writing!
Original concept - no.12 of the ‘15 most popular fics in the Rivals universe alternate AO3’ - Original post here
Title : what would I pay, to stay here beside you
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom: Figure Skating RPF
Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov
Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Viktor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont, Christophe Giacometti, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Georgi Popovich, Mila Babicheva, Celestino Cialdini, Yakov Feltsman
Additional tags: Alternate Universe - The Little Mermaid Fusion (original), Mermaid!Viktor, Prince!Yuuri, Happy Ending
Viktor has always been fascinated by the human world and especially one human in particular, a man he once saved from drowning one stormy night after a shipwreck. A dashing prince with a beautiful laugh, kind and beloved by all who know him. After loving him from afar for years Viktor makes a deal with the sea-witch, in exchange for his silver hair he has one month to make the prince fall in love and marry him or he will lose his life and be turned to nothing but foam on the sea. Known by all as impulsive and rash, Viktor takes the deal without a second thought and begins a life on land with the intention of wooing the prince and finding his happily ever after.
The one problem? The Prince hates him on sight.
Working against the clock, Viktor has one month to uncover the mystery of the Prince’s past and discover why he is so hated by the other man. And not only that but he must also convince the prince to fall in love and marry him, least he be lost to the sea forever.