from high above


it’s the Fifth Element song that almost nobody can actually fucking sing, like you’re not really supposed to be able to sing from alto –> high F above high C


even if you know nothing about music this is fucking iMPRESSIVE???

knitting a blanket & suddenly not sure how big blankets are supposed to be. 12 feet across? 15??

You are messy hair and shy smiles,
deep voice and drunk nights alone,
silenced thoughts and rushed words,
blurry lines and my new favourite song.

You are a satellite image of a city from high up above,
vast, but oh so beautiful.

You are made of starry winter skies and warm jumpers,
homemade candles and fairy lights,
unfinished art projects and splattered paint.

You are false hope, envy, blissful ignorance,
her love and not mine.
You are warmth and sunlight in a dark room,
laughter and butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

I think I’m in love with you.
Hope that’s okay.

—  carlinrose 

Guarding the sky is a three-woman job. 

i'm glad i married you (m)

part one: marry me.

pairing: taehyung x reader 
word count: 5.8k 
genre: fluff & smut 

prompt: I know you not taking requests but can u pleassseeee write a continuation for the Tae fluff you’ve posted?? 💕😫 only if you want to and got time, if not just ignore please maybe one where they got married and are on honeymoon and you can add smut since you don’t have any Taehyung smut 😉😉 thank you fighting 🎀 

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anonymous asked:

Recall tips??

I AM SO SORRY for your 19 day wait anon, if u even around. I’m really sorry, I just get so busy and I wanted to give u a nice thoughtful write up and then…life????

Here is some shit I suggested to @pointy-pup a bit ago

tldr; try to practice it multiple times a day. just randomly call ur dog and then have a party with preferred reward (toys, treats, praise, squeaky voice etc)

  • when they resting in another room
  • when they cant see you
  • when they clearly distracted by a smell in ur house
  • turn it into hide and seek
  • expand it to ur front yard or some fenced yard with minimal distractions or long line + harness
  • start taking it to other places. UR NOT DRILLING THIS OK, just let them walk along doing their thing THEN suddenly call…then 5 more minutes doing their thing, THEN SUDDENLY CALL
  • slowly build it up to them being distracted by things, but start when they naturally looking ur way
  • use happy excited voice!! always! do not bother with serious HERE voice for this, this is ur excited party recall and u want it to reach into the very fibre of their being and have them running to u before they even finish hearing it. ur tone, ur enthusiasm, they matter. u will look like an idiot but ohmygod when u recall ur reactive dog from a strange dog that approached her it is WORTH IT
  • try to touch their collar. just treat and collar, treat and collar, so touching collar = good thing, not the fun is ending. u can do this exercise separately.
  • separate to all ur COMMAND practice, randomly reward them checking in on you. just looking at u. could be treats, a game, praise, going over to sniff something - whatever it is u think ur dog would like that moment. u want them to look at u more often, just good skill to have.

Remember, this is built on repetition, practice and reinforcement! and nothing gonna be 100%, keep an eye on ur environment and try to anticipate “bad” distractions - and call your dog BEFORE they notice the distraction

here’s the shitty bit.

do this couple of times every day for a couple of months. ur dog will get better and faster. dont give them opportunities to run off until a couple of months in, breath, go somewhere safe and not too distracting and only recall when u think the odds are good or preventive measure (ie a potential distraction u noticed first). reward…then let them go back to doing the thing they were doing.

after that couple of months, you can dial back…and u won’t lose points for skipping a day here and there.

don’t expect 100%. strive for it, aim for 99% and acknowledge that 1% of the time it will be out of ur hands. keep working at 99%. vary it up, put ur own twist on it as u work out what works best with ur dog. do touch ups as needed (the grounded incident last year lmao)

e.g here is me, playing some game with thistle. i try to do this game once a week…at dog school…with all the other dogs around…because this is an environment i really want to reinforce turning on the dime to me. this game doubles as a reward, cause she gets to chase and bite the treats.

that’s my high prey drive low impulse control didnt know shit when i got her at 1 year old rescue. 2.5 years later with lots of work, not so bad, hey? we’ve got some crittering issues, sure, and i still need to manage carefully…but i take her offlead to bushes, reserves and even some less populated city parks. with all that training and reinforcement, comes freedom and fun!

and she still blew me off a bit later for what turned out to be week old abandoned steak ;) win most lose some

and here is us playing actual hide and seek. ive started doing it with thyme, on easy level (just standing in a different room/behind objects) to build reinforcement in the desire to find me when he cannot see me!

tldr tldr i believe in you anon! and in pointy-pup! some dogs need more work but keep at it!

The Recruit (Chapter 7) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 31″

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, Peter Collins, Rob Russells & Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, some touchin’, cursing probs.

A.N.: I seriously love this chapter. I just do. (Again, I said this a few chapters ago, her name in the original of this is Willa, so the nickname Willowtree is not random and I couldn’t be bothered to change it to something else.)

Summary: Mitch and Y/N struggle in their relationship with each other after the assault. They finally open up about their respective origin stories and why they both ended up being recruited by the CIA, and finally kiss.

Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight

Originally posted by dylan-robrien

Mitch woke up when he felt something rub against his member. He opened his eyes, looked down and saw himself spooning a beautiful woman. He had his arms wrapped around her, her fingers intertwined in his, her soft hair brushed against his clavicle as she moved her head slightly. He realized that in his sleep, he had pushed his body up against hers, and rested peacefully. 

Guilt swept over his body as he felt his semi-erect cock, pushed up against her back, and he thought of his dead fiancee. He was paralyzed, caught between two colliding worlds: the glimmer of hope for a new future versus the promise he had made to avenge his past. Then he thought of what Y/n had gone through the night before and the last thing he wanted was to add to her trauma.

Mitch’s alarm went off, and he reached above his head, towards his window ledge, to shut it off. Y/n stirred, and Mitch loosened his grip around her body. He heard her breathe heavily.

“Are you okay?” She asked him.


Y/n sat up next to him, and shook her head. “No you’re not.” Mitch stared at her dewy morning face, her hair was as perfect as it was when she fell asleep. All of her beauty had nothing on her intuition. She was right. He was riddled with internal conflict.


She got out of his bed, opened his door, and snuck back into her room. Mitch slumped back into his bed, covering his eyes with his hands. He didn’t know what to do about anything.

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anonymous asked:

Another time travel one! But how about we make it Ben Kenobi? Ben who taught himself how to fade, Ben who learned how to survive on Tatooine, Ben who was lonely and sat with the bantha's and herded them. Ben who got used to aching limbs and now gets a young body? About seventeen or sixteen? Ben who's so much more comfortable with who and what he is.

Everything was normal.

The temple hummed and buzzed with life, Initiates worried about becoming padawans, padawans worried about homework, knights worried about their new missions and master’s watched it all with amusement hidden beneath placidity.

Yes everything was normal…except…

Qui-Gon stared at his padawan sitting with his leggings pulled up to his knees, boots beside him as he had one leg stuck in a pond in the Thousand Gardens, the other drawn up to his chest with his arms around it and his chest resting on the knee. The artificial wind of the climate stirred his braid and his eyes were closed as if he was merely savoring it all.

“I really don’t see what the fuss is about Qui-Gon.” Shaak murmured quietly. “He seems just like last time I saw him.” She confessed.

Plo nodded quietly while Yoda narrowed his eyes as he leaned on his cane, all four of them watching Obi-Wan.

“Just…watch.” Qui-Gon murmured quietly, watching Obi-Wan sway faintly before stilling and cocking his head. “Watch.” He swallowed.

Obi-Wan slowly shifted a hand from his leg and twitched his fingers out, face the picture of serenity as a bubble of water slowly floated up and contained within it was a fish that merrily swam its orb of water without knowing it was trapped, floating harmlessly.

Slowly it floated towards Obi-Wan and the redhead opened his eyes to peer at the fish before smiling and lifting his hand up to the orb, tips of his fingers brushing against it to create ripples before tipping inside. The curious fish swam around the fingers for a few moments and then nipped at the pale digits, a delighted grin blossoming over Obi-Wan’s face as it did.

“…See?” Qui-Gon whispered.

Shaak and Plo stared.

Obi-Wan had always been dedicated but this level of fine control over the Force not something he was yet capable off, perhaps in another year or two but not now.

Yoda’s ears twitched as they continued watching Obi-Wan. “Indeed…different he is. A week ago the change appeared?”  The grandmaster questioned.

“Yes.” Qui-Gon sighed, rubbing his face carefully. “I don’t know what to do masters. What do you think master Yoda?”

No answer and Qui-Gon pulled his hand away from his face to look down. “Master Yoda?”

But the old goblin was making his way over to Obi-Wan, stopping beside him at the pond.

Slowly Obi-Wan looked at him, blinking a bit before smiling at him again as he had with the fish, a soft form of delight and recognition on his face.

Yoda said something that made Obi-Wan shrug a bit before the fish and its water orb was carefully floated back down to its home and Obi-Wan stood, brushing off his tunics with care and a small smile on his face.

He followed the grandmaster with that same smile on his face towards the other masters though he stopped by a plant that was slowly wilting.

Yoda didn’t hurry him, only looked up at him with raised brows as if curious what Obi-Wan would do.

Obi-Wan twitched his hand over it and they all watched the wilting plant suddenly stretch and grow green, reach further up until it brushed Obi-Wan’s hand before it started to spread its branches, bright yellow flowers unfolding themselves.

None of the growth was forced, only coaxed gently by a hand that knew what it was doing.

Qui-Gon stared at the blooming golden bush who moments before had been wilting before slowly looking up to meet Obi-Wan’s evergreen eyes.

“Obi-Wan.” He greeted quietly.

The other smiled faintly. “I prefer Ben if we’re honest.” He offered with quiet warmth as the sun shone through copper hair from the windows high above them, his eyes curved with the same gentle smile.

Hunchback of Notre Dame Starters

taken from the musical adaption. feel free to change pronouns as necessary.

  • We are blessed to find our sanctuary.
  • Let me take you back. I’ll bring you home.
  • If you have truly discovered charity at this late date, there is someone you can help.
  • A baby? Yours?
  • It’s God’s judgment on you! 
  • The wicked shall not go unpunished!
  • He has nobody else. Take him, if you can find it in your heart.
  • Oh, Lord, you’ve sent me a test. 
  • This child is my cross to bear. 
  • I may not have saved my brother, but I will save this… thing.
  • What makes a monster and what makes a man?
  • The world is cruel. The world is wicked.
  • It’s I alone whom you can trust in this whole city.
  • I am your only friend.
  • How can I protect you, boy, unless you always stay in here?
  • These are crimes for which the world shows little pity.
  • You’re my one defender.
  • Out there, they’ll revile you as a monster.
  • I am a monster.
  • All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day not above them, but part of them.
  • Give me one day out there, all I ask is one.
  • What I’d give, what I’d dare, just to live one day out there!
  • Every day they shout and scold and go about their lives, heedless of the gift it is to be them.
  • If I were in their skin, I’d treasure every instant.
  • No one sees I’m here now.
  • Once a year we throw a party here in town.
  • Every man’s a king and every king’s a clown.
  • It’s the day the devil in us gets released.
  • Give me your girls of pleasure.
  • I have born the brunt of a soldier’s test.
  • Whoever pays the most I call ‘My Liege.’
  • And whatever I do I’ll make sure this is true: I will never go back again.
  • Darling, to be blunt you are with the best.
  • Like other true knights I’ve got ambition.
  • For a few nights fun is my mission.
  • Care to share a day of rest and recreation?
  • I’m grateful for the opportunity to serve you, my Lord.
  • I see how you stare.
  • Come see me dance.
  • She dances like the devil himself.
  • She dances like an angel.
  • Before we get old, come feel the heat.
  • Come taste the desire.
  • Put your foulest features on display.
  • Wouldn’t you like to be crowned King for a day?
  • It’s a day we do the things that we deplore.
  • See how I’ve sheltered you from having to go through this.
  • You don’t belong with normal men.
  • I don’t know if you can hear me or if you’re even there.
  • Yes, I know I’m just an outcast. I shouldn’t speak to you
  • I see your face and wonder, were you once an outcast too?
  • God help the outcasts or nobody will.
  • I ask for nothing. I can get by.
  • Please help my people, the poor and downtrod.
  • I thought we all were the children of God.
  • When you look from high above everything seems pretty.
  • Thanks for giving this moment to me.
  • For all these years you’ve stayed alone and free from danger.
  • Be brave and say something.
  • Come keep me warm until morning.
  • Hold me close while we’re dancing.
  • I cannot bear to watch and yet I cannot turn away.
  • So many times out there I’ve watched a happy pair of lovers walking in the night.
  • I knew I’d never now that warm and loving glow, though I might wish with all my might.
  • No face as hideous as my face was ever meant for Heaven’s Light.
  • Suddenly an angel has smiled at me and touched my face without a trace of fright.
  • I dare to dream that she might even care for me.
  • I swear it must be Heaven’s light.
  • Of my virtue I am justly proud.
  • You know I’m so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak licentious crowd.
  • I feel her. I see her. 
  • This burning desire is turning me to sin.
  • It’s not my fault! I’m not to blame!
  • It’s not my fault if in God’s plan he made the devil so much stronger than a man!
  • Let her taste the fires of Hell, or else let her be mine and mine alone.
  • Choose me or your pyre.
  • God have mercy on her.
  • God have mercy on me.
  • She will be mine or she will burn!
  • Don’t let her flee and vanish in the night.
  • Are you disobeying a direct order?
  • I knew it. She’s bewitched you, too.
  • I’ve heard the calling of the Lord.
  • In the dark, I call your name.
  • Why did I hear her words inside my head?
  • You have to save her!
  • Oh, what’s the matter? Are you afraid?
  • Of course he’s afraid! And he should be!
  • That’s what makes you a hero – doing what you’re afraid of.
  • She gave it to you because she nows you’re smart.
  • For her I will be strong.
  • You’re very clever to have found our little hideaway.
  • We have a method for spies and intruders not terribly different from bees in a hive.
  • My apologies for your imminent demise. 
  • It’s our lives or yours.
  • Here we are, nearly strangers from two worlds that’ve rarely met.
  • Somehow, you have made me someone new.
  • I’m asking if you will let me come with you.
  • I must be in a place of miracles.
  • A miracle you’ve brought to me.
  • All this time I’ve been certain that my life would be spent alone.
  • It’s time I’ve learned no love will be returned to one who’s born to be alone.
  • Now I know there’ll be no miracles for me.
  • No more need for a heart of stone.
  • Better to have a heart of stone.
  • Though we’ll set out for lands unkown, they’re lands we’ll share.
  • Will we find a haven once more?
  • Could there be a country kinder to our race?
  • Where’s my place of miracles?
  • I used to believe, in the days I was naive, that I’d live to see a day of justice dawn.
  • I’ll die while believing still.
  • Someday we may yet live to live and let let live.
  • Someday, life will be fairer.
  • Someday these dreams will all be real.
  • You must try to free yourself!
  • Quiet! Go away!
  • You’re the only one who can save her now.
  • You know what happens when I try to help. I only make things worse.
  • How do you know what I believe?
  • What do you know of all the things I feel?
  • Who is it that you see instead of seeing what I am for real?
  • You’re a liar!
  • Would that I were made of stone like you.
  • You give such good advice, so why has not one single word you’ve said been any help at all?
  • The more your dreams and fancies fill my head the farther that I fall.
  • If I were senseless, I’d prefer it.
  • I’ve wasted my faith believing in saints of plaster.
  • His words were cold as stone, but they were true.
  • Take all your lies and leave me alone.
  • We’ll trouble you no longer.
  • We’re only made of stone.
  • We just thought that you were made of something stronger.
  • Now I’m on my own, never again to wonder what’s out there.
  • Think of what I’ve offered. What is your answer?
  • Open the doors! Ram them through if you must!
  • How mch oppression will you allow?
  • Why not make someday come right now?
  • Oh, saints and monster, show your power!
  • You are home.
  • In my eyes, you are beautiful, too.
  • You’re such a good friend.
  • Is she dead?
  • Now we can finally go back to the way things were.
  • Now that she’s gone the poison dies with her.
  • We can go on as close as once we were.
  • No sanctuary without her!
  • I could have helped her. Even loved her.
  • Love? What do you know of love?
  • Who have you ever loved?
  • I loved… I loved my brother.
  • He was wicked, weak!
  • No – you are the weak one.
  • I told you – I am very strong!
  • You don’t want to hurt me!
  • The world is cruel. the world is ugly. But there are times and there are people when the world is not.
  • At it’s cruelest, it’s still the only world we’ve got.
  • Here is a riddle to guess if you can.

Date a demonic entity who hides in the shadows, his glowing cat like eyes the only way to know he is there watching you. He keeps watch from high above on roof tops or in your very shadow to ensure you’re safe when you go anywhere alone. Date the demon whom even when revealing his true form to you, feels loved and un-feared.


Snakes & Ladders by Nikos Liapis

Truth or Dare Gone Right Part 2/4

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,571

Warnings: Drinking, Sexual Tension,Swearing, Eventual Smut

Ratings: PG-13

Summary: Being the personal assistant to the Avengers wasn’t all that bad, except your huge crush on Steve made you turn into mush. On your annual game night, Tony insists you play Truth or Dare.  It seems as if a few people already know your secret and they are trying to hook you up with Steve.  

While the cold wind whipped around you, you felt nothing but warmth as Steve stood behind you; his arms now encircling you into a tight embrace to fight the cold.  You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture as you bit your lower lip thinking how this would feel even better if you both were naked. A cough to your left broke you from your thought and you turned your head to see who it was.  Nat was standing about ten feet away with a smirk on her face. She gave you a thumbs up and a wink before you rolled your eyes at her and faced forward yet again.  

You had downed your drink earlier and it was now working its way through your already warm body; making you feel extra toasty and relaxed.  Deciding now was as good of a time as any to make a move; you took your hands off the railing and placed them on his forearms which were circled around your chest.  “Ooohh” Steve jumped at your gesture “your hands are cold.”  You giggled like a school girl as you apologized; Steve telling you it was just fine and to keep your hands there to warm them up.  

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