gliding through

Can you write a drabble for this?

“Okay! From the top!” 

Everyone on set took their place and the camera began to roll. Jared and Jensen had been blowing this scene every time. Everyone just wanted to be done with it already. 

Standing just off screen you followed in your script, holding your breath as the guys approached the rough spot. 

Gliding through it perfectly, everyone let out a long breath as the boys continued. 

Of course the boys couldn’t stay focused for too long and when Misha came onto set with a crazy sweater the boys couldn’t help themselves.

“Dean! Watch out it’s beh- oh my god Misha what are you wearing?!”

Jensen spun around, doubling over just as Jared had. Misha just looked down at his sweater, shrugging his shoulders. 

“I swear, nothing is safe to wear around these assholes.”

With the boys starting to calm down an assistant wanted you to get a second opinion on the shot. Moving to look at the screen you switched on your mic. 

“Alright, re-set. Quiet. Aaaaand, action.” 

Misha’s sweater distraction had completely unfocused the boys and Jensen blew the take. Turning right to the camera it was like he was looking right at you when he said, “fuck me.”

Not even thinking you murmured, “with pleasure.”

You froze when you heard your voice carry around the set. Looking down you realized you hadn’t switched your mic off after calling action. 

Jensen just laughed and looked back into the camera. “Huh, so I guess you wouldn’t turn me down for a dinner date then huh?”

the slytherin common room is like a palace. the students hold court there, discuss schemes and ambitions and scandals, at home in such a regal setting yet always with a slight edge stemming from the awareness that outside these walls–outside this dignified, fierce, protective slytherin family–there is an ugly, real, vicious world waiting to tear them apart. but no fear; the slytherins will be there with their experience and cunning honed in their very own fortress to glide through the storm, calm and cool and untouched. these students love each other boundlessly, and this is where they prepare each other for the road ahead.

if the slytherins have a palace, then the hufflepuff common room is like a cozy cottage. somehow, the cushions are fluffier, the fireplace warmer, the sofas squishier, and the atmosphere homier than anywhere else the puffs have ever been. they readily welcome all, the ambience of the room bright and cheery and open. you can feel the love and support in that room–the frankness different from the slytherins’ to be sure–not better or worse, just different with its in-your-face bounce. the hufflepuff common room is shelter in a storm, a reprieve from an exhausting journey, a re-charging station brimming with smuggled food and unending comfort. 

the ravenclaw common room is like a roman atrium, open, airy, and embracing the sky with all its endless possibilities. it is florence blooming during its renaissance, chock filled with creativity, knowledge, and curiosity, the high turrets mirroring the soaring dreams of the students. here they study, work, and review, but also paint, sing, debate, and experiment. the ravens have no limits, no judgment or boundaries, only acceptance and empathy in shared thirst for wisdom. competition for grades is fierce to be sure, but personal ambition never impedes camaraderie and mutual discovery. books are swapped, new portraits revealed, and essays edited by peers. the ravenclaw room nurtures, growing curiosities, sparking new interests, encouraging deeper understanding.

the gryffindor common room is like an artist’s loft, overflowing with windows and half finished paintings and heart. gryffindors do not hide, or don identities or masks or veils; they are just as transparent and candid and true to themselves inside the tower and out. these lions are brave enough to care, and their ferocious love pervades their home base. like the slytherins, they know the true battle never ends; for the gryffindors, there will always be more justice to pursue, more weak to protect, more fights to be won. red is fierce, fiery, bold, burning bright and everlasting, the color of vanquished enemies and flowing sunrises and sunsets. this gallery holds a striking portrait of courage, of opening up to the possibility of wounds willingly, an arsenal of strength for the brutal, pounding battle ahead.

and the great hall–why, the great hall is where all these stunning qualities meet, in a glorious clash of colors, vibrant and unforgettable, melding together to form a place of unity, a haven for all–hogwarts.


The Oceanic Whitetip shark lives in the open ocean, far from land in tropical water. Their large pectoral fins allow them to glide through the water and take a break between tail beats, helping to conserve energy. Oceanic Whitetips are bold, opportunistic hunters; largely solitary animals, but are scavengers and will group together in a feeding frenzy if an opportunity of a meal presents itself. These sharks are known to follow pilot whales, researches believe this is because pilot whales are keen at finding squid, a favorite meal for these sharks. Although Oceanic Whitetips tend to lead lonely lives, they often don’t mind the company of pilot fish and remoras. The sharks protect the fish from predators and, in return, the fish clean parasites off the sharks’ skin.

No pop star has summed up the cultural moment like this since vintage python-era Britney. Except Brit was an unfiltered-and-proud mess of a Southern girl, while Harry is pure enigma. If he has any inner turmoil, he keeps it to himself. He remains a blank space (so to speak) on which we can project any style (so again to speak) of fantasy. He’s the last of the great English fabs, upholding a 50-year tradition. Yet the more famous he gets, the more mysterious he seems. He just glides through it all, with a hint of Brian Jones lunacy in his cracked grin.

Sometimes I re-read things like this that I read a couple years ago and think, is he still this wonderfully evocative yet weirdly obscure human? and the answer is always, yes….he really is…except he’s even better, (or worse, depending on your viewpoint) and I totally dig it in every way.  


moodboard: the great gatsby

“ I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn’t believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer scared. If that was true that he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. he must have looked up at the unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being reran, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about….like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.” 

She wants to be free
She wants to be like the birds soaring in the sky…
Like the dolphins gliding through the oceans…
She wants to be those squirrels running up and down trees…
Her longing is destroying her,
Turning her into a ghost of her former self …
All because she wants to be free.
The party had glided through the campaign with a sense of destiny: In July, Schumer breezily remarked that “For every blue-collar Democrat we will lose in western Pennsylvania, we will pick up two, three moderate Republicans in the suburbs in Philadelphia, and you can repeat that in Ohio and Illinois and Wisconsin.” Then Hillary Clinton lost to a candidate who revived a strain of nativist, nationalist politics that had been dormant in the Republican Party for at least a generation, and who won in part on the ballots of Barack Obama voters in traditionally Democratic strongholds like Michigan and Wisconsin.
—  Hey, quick question: How did running away from your base to chase after people who are never going to vote for you work out?
Dive // Step Brother au // 2

 Bts Kim Taehyung

Au one shot part 2 ~ You guys really loved the first part so I had to make another.. ^^ Thank you for the feed back and notes.

Part 1 <Part 2 >  Part 3 > Part 4

Warnings? Uhh read to find out… Maybe?

~ Step siblings au ~ (M)

It was hard to stay away from a boy whom you had feelings for before your parents even came together. Especially when the boy you needed to stay away from was playing mind games with you and constantly annoying you..

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Madhubala (14 February 1933 - 23 February 1969 ) – the very name conjures up vivid images of a love goddess possessing bewitching beauty, dazzling radiance, subtle sensuality, and, above all, a tantalizing screen presence. Her ‘reel life’ histrionic performances held (and continue to hold) audiences/viewers entranced. Her talent was phenomenal, and she could literally glide through a movie, whatever be the role. She could convey an impressive array of emotions with her eloquent eyes and facial expressions without resorting to melodramatic contortions. Tragedy, romance, comedy, drama, and what have you – she could take everything in her stride, exquisitely and flawlessly, as convincingly proved by superhits such as Mahal, Tarana, Chalti Ka Naam Gaadi and the magnum opus, Mughal-e-Azam. All this she achieved despite a major heart disease, which assumed serious proportions as her career soared. 

Khatija Akbar- I Want to Live: The Story of Madhubala

the signs when they're crushing
  • check venus sign, rising sign, and lilith moon.
  • Taurus: *lowkey stalks*
  • Gemini: obviously stalks and sends asks 24/7, mostly on anon
  • Cancer: admires from afar and stays friends
  • Leo: tells all of their friends and talks to their crush. sends a lot of snapchats.
  • Virgo: they don't crush on many people, but when they do, they let them know
  • Libra: thinks about them all the time and wonders what their crush thinks of them, etc.
  • Scorpio: even better stalker than taurus. swiftly glides through their crushes' instagram page and doesn't screw up. go scorpio
  • Sagittarius: lmao they told their crush. they're dating now.
  • Capricorn: is obsessing over their crush and talking about them to friends and scREAMING ABOUT THEM AND GETTING MORE EXCITED "OMG WHAT IF THEY LIKE ME OH GOD HELP"
  • Aquarius: very good at hiding their feelings. wants to tell their crush but is slightly unsure.
  • Pisces: thinks about scenarios that could happen with their crush and sometimes gets emotional about it. wants to tell their crush they like them but is worried they'll turn them down and pisces will be alone.
A Hard Day’s Night: Part 2

Chapter 1

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Prompt:  Castiel, bothered by his friends because he never even kissed someone, decides he can’t handle the nagging anymore and does something he thought he’d never do.

Tags: student!cas, escort!dean, angst, bit of fluff

Words: 1934

A/N: Feedback is very much appreciated still! Let me know if you want to be on the taglist.

Tagging: @amazingstuartwhoisnotonfire @thedisgraced @funnycas @destielonfire @purgatoan @sunkissedsam @prettyboydean @envydean @saminzat @ducksorclowns @castielismyfavouriteangel @lapotatoqueen @poemwriter90 @britishangel99 @weirdsassymess @fluffywingedcastiel @fandomcircus  @poeticmoonthings @dragonpressgraphics @amirosebooks @emotionally-compromised-idiot

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Merry Christmas, Pretty Girl

Balconies: A Christmas Special

Originally posted by deadinside-muser

Originally posted by savingpeoplegiffingthings

Balconies Series Masterlist

Characters- Dean x Reader

Word Count- 1,241

Warnings- Adult situations, nudity, and allusion to sex.

A/N- This starts off in Dean’s perspective, then shifts to reader’s. The beginning is based off of one of my favorite Christmas movies, so I hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night! x

Dean relaxed back into his pool chair, reclined partially as to keep a good view of the pool. Skies were clear blue as far as the eye could see, palm trees swaying in the gentle breeze as faint ukulele chords drifted through the air. The pool was practically abandoned except for you and him, and he watched as you did a few lazy laps in the warm water. Watching the way you glided through the pool was something he decided he could do all day.

He propped himself up a little farther, watching as you made your way to the edge of the pool. Water sluiced over your form, dripping off of you as you climbed the ladder. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way your bright red swimsuit clung to your curves, every enticing turn of your body seen as if for the first time. You walked across the warm concrete, wet footprints drying quickly in your wake as you made your way over to the diving board. You slicked back your hair, your lips ticking up as you caught him staring unabashedly.

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It’s World Turtle Day! From a tiny baby bog turtle to a massive leatherback, turtles come in many shapes and sizes. Found gliding through the open ocean or slowly trudging over desert plains, they are fascinating creatures. Because of environmental threats, several species are endangered and need our help. Video of a baby turtle running for the surf by Dry Tortugas National Park.

tbh something that annoys me a lot about how Batman is portrayed is that you can do so many interesting things with him visullay, with how he moves with his cape, hides with it and behind it and uses it to glide through the night, and what would work best for that would be a lean physique yet most of the time he’s envisioned as this bulky af dude who just happens to be wearing a cape

this works really well visually 

and yet most of the time we get this

like why is he as bulky as Superman?? how is that interesting??? how does that tell us anything about the characters???? it doesn’t, it’s just strict adherence to hypermasculinity and it frustrates me 

Batman is fucking sneaky, he hides, he’s quiet, he makes damn sure he has the jump on someone before he attacks - he’s not a bruiser he’s a fucking rogue okay. leaving him behind his cape tells us that much better than giving him an eight pack

like take these pictures

they’re doing something interesting with the cape, but to me the emphasis on his muscles really distracts from what could be something that worked quite well if rendered more simply. the constant emphasis on him being big and muscular detracts from an otherwise interesting visual design. 

this isn’t about any one installment being better than another, i’m still not a fan of the body type they chose for him in B:TAS and I do think the Arkham games portrays the cape gliding well, my only point is that I’m so tired of seeing him drawn with hypermasculinity as the main goal instead of with visual storytelling in mind. 

It’s like, I could see Rose wearing a tight black dress and vamp red lipstick gyrating suggestively in a dimly lit club with her hair falling in her face…

But I can also see her hiding in the gymnasium in the middle of the night so that no one sees her in a leotard practicing her pirouettes…

And I can see her in a gown, gliding through a ballroom with all the grace and precision of a pro…

But I can also see her in a short, flowy dress and flower crown, smiling and laughing as she and Lissa twirl around to indie pop and folk music.

Basically, I am a firm believer that Rose Hathaway loves all forms of dance and Dimitri Belikov is completely entranced by it. That he sneaks out after her on the nights she practices ballet just to admire how graceful she is and how cute her feet look in pointe shoes, that he spends hours online hunting down the nearest place offering swing dance lessons for date night and takes weeks worth of lessons so that he can do a proper Viennese waltz with her on their wedding day without stepping on her feet.

Just give me Rose Hathaway dancing freely and Dimitri Belikov being unable and unwilling to tear his eyes away from her.

Right Within Your Heart

For the amazing Fernanda (@lilieswho). 

You requested a stereotypical au, so I figured what’s more stereotypical than fake dating, eh? Hope you enjoy!

“I need your help with something.”

Lily looks up from the book she was reading, setting it down next to her on the couch and glancing towards where James Potter stands by the entrance to the empty common room. It’s late - nearly 1am - and Lily is only still up because she was, well, waiting for him. They had some Head stuff to go over, and it probably could’ve waited until morning, but Lily liked the common room at night. The crackling fire, the moonlight gliding through the windows that seemed to make James’ eyes even brighter, it made her feel calm.

“What is it, James?” Lily straightens up as she sees him, his eyes wide and his teeth worrying at his lower lip. This doesn’t seem like his typical late night prank suggestions or ideas for crazy prefect events. “What’s going on?”

“I may or may not have told my parents we’re dating.”


He comes over to her, plopping in the chair across from her and running his hand through his hair. “It was an accident I promise.”

“How did you accidentally tell your parents we were in a relationship?” Lily exclaims leaning towards him.

“Well, two weeks ago, after we won that match against Slytherin, we had that huge party, right? I don’t know if you remember since you-”

“I remember the party, James. Just because you can’t handle your alcohol doesn’t mean the rest of us forget everything after one shot of firewhiskey as well.”

“I think it was more that one shot,” James says teasingly. Lily just glares at him. “Anyways, after that party, at around three in the morning, when it’s safe to say I was just a little bit pissed, I decided that it would be the perfect time to write back to my parents. In their last letter they had asked about you, because they know we’re Heads and all, and I guess, somehow, my intoxicated self wrote that we were dating.”

Lily just looked at him. She really had no idea what to say. Then she remembers what he originally said. She’s almost afraid to ask.

“So what do you need my help with?”

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