Gold on the ceiling. Gold on the floor. Gold on the walls. Gold on the door. You are actually on the inside of a bar of gold. No one is certain of how you got in there. We have decided you should be able to find your own way out. In the meantime, did you know it sounds like a maraca when we shake this gold bar really hard?

anonymous asked:

HC that when Yurio hits puberty he just has more severe mood swings and whenever he's in a pissy/lazy mood Victor and Yuuri try to motivate him and get him to come to practice and Victor is like "Don't you want to continue as a top skater in Russia?" and Yurio, swaddled in blankets with a box of cereal next to him, watching netflix in the dark with his cat (probably wearing black nail polish), just points at the gold medal on his wall and says "I've peaked."


Keep waking me up at 5:30am?

Second attempt. First time it got eaten.

I lived in a very ghetto apartment complex for a while. While there I was working grave yard shift, and there was a car that would come at 5:30am on week days to pick up SOMEONE and they would lay on the horn for at least 20 minutes. They would never get out of the car, they would just lay on the damned horn.

I did ask them politely, once, to stop, to go knock, I work grave yard and would like to sleep. I basically got told to fuck off. Ok, you’ve asked for it.

He was driving a VERY pimped out Cadillac. Maroon in color, tinted windows, gold rims, large white wall tires, etc. Obv very proud of his ride. I waited a month, so it wouldn’t be obvious it was me, then I borrowed a paint ball gun from a guy at work. I took the screen off my window facing where he always parks, and waited for the next morning.

When he started laying on his horn I sprayed his car with neon orange paint. He stopped laying on his horn after that. I think I made my point.

Almost Smited

Backstory: I’m playing in a campign with a half-elf bladesinger, an elven ranger, and a gnome wizard. I’m a duergar cleric and the only evil character in the group. We’re trying to convince some griffins to fly us over an ocean so we can go stomp some necromancers. We have to be careful what we say, as the griffins are prideful and liable to murder us if we upset them.

DM: You arrive at the griffin’s aery and begin walking inside. A griffin appears and demands that you follow it to see George, who’ll decide if you get to meet the griffin’s ruler, King Richard.

Me: OOC, I wanna look at the walls, because why not.

DM: Okay, you see that there are veins of gold running through the walls. As you walk, you see that the veins change from gold to silver to copper and back to gold. Then you notice gemstones of every kind in the walls.

Me: OOC, d'you think the griffins would let me mine their walls?

DM: No, they like the walls for decorative purposes.

Me: …I gotta figure out how to murder all these griffins…

Everyone: *stares at me*

Me: Out of character, out of character! Oh frick, I meant that out of characer…

DM: The griffin was distracted and didn’t hear you. This time.

Bring It To You

Summary: After a string of sleepless nights, Bucky doesn’t join in on a group bonding activity and you try your best to cheer him up.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,409

Warnings: floof

A/N: This is my submission for Caro’s Game of Prompts! Thank you for organizing, and congratulations on your milestones @sanjariti ily 💗 💗 

Originally posted by madstan

Engrossed in a new book, you were curled up in your favourite armchair, devouring the words on the page as your eyes flicked rapidly from one side of the page to the other.  The author was fantastic at keeping you engaged, so much so that you didn’t hear Steve until he tapped your shoulder.

“Hey, you alive?” Steve asked, taking the seat beside you to slip on his shoes.

“Yeah, did you say something?” you replied while finishing up the sentence and marking your page with a bookmark.  

“I asked if you were coming to Coney Island?” A group bonding activity, he called it when he told you yesterday.  “We’re leaving kinda now.”  

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Can I just scream at the top of my lungs...

how beautiful the scene in A Court of Mist and Fury is, where Feyre wakes up at the inn still cocooned in Rhys’s embrace watching the light filter through his wing, and her turning over and them just staring at each other in the still of the morning?

“I awoke, warm and rested and calm.


Sunlight streamed through the filthy window, illuminating the reds and golds in the wall of wing before me—where it had been all night, shielding me from the cold.

Rhysand’s arms were banded around me, his breathing deep and even. And I knew it was just as rare for him to sleep that soundly, peacefully.

What we’d done last night …

Carefully, I twisted to face him, his arms tightening slightly, as if to keep me from vanishing with the morning mist.

His eyes were open when I nestled my head against his arm. Within the shelter of his wing, we watched each other.

And I realized I might very well be content to do exactly that forever.”

( - A Court of Mist and Fury - Sarah J. Maas)

What… am… I?

The beast towered over me, perched on its clawed toes, its twisted and ugly flesh covered in layers of sharp, smooth black carapace. It looked oily. Monstrous. It had horns on its head and beady, glowing eyes that bore into mine and seemed so familiar. As familiar as a mirror.

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Yoongi Scenario: Dust And Gold.

Request: Royal!AU Yoongi fluff/angst based on Beauty and the Beast? XD

Genre: Romance / Drama.

Once upon a time there was a beast who lived in the castle up the hill.

You had heard of him, the cursed prince in the castle. At first you thought it was nothing but gossip from the people, stories for children to go to bed, for young girls to stay within curfew. But then you came to realize children stories were only invented if they had happy endings, that princess and brave warriors were the most true only in the books you so loved. But the beast was real, and as you heard the sound of the church’s bell you felt yourself trembling a little. They were coming, the heralds of the beast.

-I want to see them- you heard a voice say making you come down from your thoughts. You saw your sister watching around, seeing if she could catch a glimpse of one of the six horses.

-You don’t know what you are saying, let’s go- you pushed her making her walk faster although feeling her resistance.

-But I do sister, they say they are handsome-

-They also say they are monsters-

-Y/N- she said. -Would you let me live someday? Everybody in this town just talks about you, about what you do- Jiyeon, your sister, looked at you with resentment, it hurt coming from her. -They talk more about you than of the so called beast, so would you let me be? Perhaps you are the one who needs to hide, not me-

You put your lips in a thin line trying to think what was the best thing to say to her. Jiyeon was right, you weren’t well loved in your little town, not anymore at least, but at the moment the most pushing reason was the already nearing sounds of the those six horses.

The heralds of the beast. Six armored knights who came mounting six black horses. They were a grim sight as they were beautiful as the six were known to be of great appearance, or at least that was what the story told. You had heard them, you had heard the screams of the families as they interrogated a lady. In another occasion the prince would have been the dream for any lady or young maid, but this prince was different, this prince was cursed. None of the ladies that were sent there stayed, some of them didn’t even return.

-Let’s go- you said puling your sister’s hand but as you strode away you realized it was too late. The ground beneath you shook and then you saw them, six black charges and six armored knights who stopped just at your feet.

You tried to make a sharp turn to get away from them but as two of them dismounted you knew it was futile. Jiyeon had her head turned and was staring and then you felt her hand grasp yours strongly, with so much force it made you look at her and when you did you only saw fear in her face, her eyes fixed on the true figures approaching, both of them looked like young men, but then there was a dangerous air about them, it was pure survival instinct, one that said to get away as fast as possible.

-Evening ladies-

The one who spoke was incredibly tall, with full lips and tan skin, he wasn’t beautiful, but he had the handsome look of a soldier, if he wasn’t so incredibly scary. He towered over both of you and soon was followed by his companion, leaner, and with a smile that was more spooky than it was amiable.

-Are the both of you alone?-

You were standing still without saying anything, not knowing what to say but then you inhaled and frowned. -No, and we don’t wish to talk to you-

-Is this young lady Jiyeon?- the taller one asked and you felt your sister tense. -You have not to be afraid my ladies, we are here for…-

-No- you rushed to say. -Whatever might be, the answer is no-

-Miss Jiyeon is to come with us-

-No- you decided and your sister held to your hand tighter. -Go away, she’s not going anywhere-

The tall one frowned a little while the other look at you curiously to then speak. -But she herself said she wanted to come, we received a letter from her- You didn’t want to believe that but when you turned to see her face you saw the truth. -It will be a nice dinner party, nothing ill- A dinner party, only that she would probably would be the main course. -She is to come with us, it is courtesy-

-She was mistaken, she can’t go- you said nervously trying to think how to get out of this.

-You can’t say no to your prince- one said still on top of his horse. -He’s waiting, and he doesn’t like to wait-

There was a little ruckus after he said that, they started to argue with each other but you couldn’t really hear and you were trying to think of a way to scape or at least make Jiyeon safe. You stared at her, this dumb girl, she was right about you, the town spoke about you behind your back and lately even when you were present. You wondered how long would it take to be casted aside.

You looked at the knights before you, you didn’t have many choices, a direct offense to a royal was a crime, one that you knew well the ghost of a crown of your land wouldn’t hesitate to punish. Your foolish little sister, you loved her and you were going to do this for her, but in your mind you knew you did it a bit for yourself as well.

-I’ll be going with you-

The knights stared at you curiously and Jiyeon gasped. -No, Y/N, don’t leave, you can’t-

-I’ll be fine, ok? I could use some retiring remember?-

-I didn’t mean that…-

You smiled and kissed her forehead before turning to the knights who were speaking in whispered voices between them. The heralds of the beast, you had never imagined you’d be offering yourself to them.

-We accept- the tall one said getting closer to you. -We must leave now-

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inspired by Marry Me by Thomas Rhett

Tom knew this was a terrible idea, but here he was walking up the steps of the chapel next to Harrison as an usher handed him the happy couple’s welcome cards. From the moment he got the invitation he told himself he wouldn’t go, but none-the-less when he had actually told her he wasn’t coming her eyes had filled with sadness and he’d quickly retracted his statement in hopes of making her eyes sparkle again as they normally did. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he followed Harrison and Emily through the crowd of people in the church to find a seat. He looked around the church his heart beating faster as he laid eyes on him, the one that was taking his Y/N away, and he looked at the deep red roses, the ivory and gold drapes decorating the walls and pews making him sigh softly. He looked down at his feet trying to keep his eyes from burning before he quickly shot up and told his friends he’d be back in a second before he all but ran out of the church wandering around to the back of the venue walking towards a pond covered in weeping willows. He watched his breath mix with the cold air as he exhaled walking towards the icy pond. If he hadn’t been so terribly heart broken at the moment he would’ve taken pictures, but he couldn’t think of that at the moment so he walked closer to the water sitting down on one the benches crying into his hands. The love of his life was about to get married, she was about to be married, A/N was going to get married. The thought alone made him choke on his own sobs, he wished more than anything he would’ve told her how much he loved her, and how desperately he wanted to be the one she was going to spend the rest of her life with. He wasn’t sure how long he cried but he was interrupted by the sound of cracking leaves and another person’s sobs. He quickly looked over only to see Y/N leaning against the stonewall of the church closest to him in that white dress, her vale placed perfectly on her head. He looked at his watch and realized she was supposed to be walking down the aisle right now. He watched as she covered her mouth with one of her hands trying to conceal her cries, Tom looked at her in shock for a minute before standing up and walking closer to her wiping his eyes.

“Y/N,” He said softly making her jump slightly but she visibly relaxed when she saw it was him walking towards her like a prince coming to save her from the nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. He didn’t say anything as he moved to stand in front of her looking at her with tears burning in his own eyes. He’d be lying if he said he’d never imagined her in a wedding dress, and even though it wasn’t under these circumstances, she looked even more beautiful than he could’ve ever imagined. He licked his lips before shrugging off his suit jacket and placing it on her bare shoulders as he realized how cold she probably was. She stared at him for a minute letting a few more tears slip down her cheeks as she reached out and gently placed her hand on his cheek running her thumb over his cheekbones smiling softly at him as more tears fell from her eyes. He carefully brought his own hand up to cover her small one that rested on his face caressing her soft skin softly before reaching out with his other hand and carefully slipping it around her waist. “You look so-“ He shook his head softly in disbelief “Absolutely stunning,” He whispered and the sincerity in his eyes made her lips part in shock as she finally realized what that strange emotion that was always swirling in his eyes whenever he looked at her was.

“Tom,” She whispered her hand beginning to shake as she began crying once again.

“Y/N please d-“ He started softly but he was cut off whenever she reached up and pressed her lips against his. He was quick to cup her face his other hand and she moved her hands to his hair running her fingers through his curls like he’d dreamed she would so many times before. She didn’t know a kiss could feel like that, she thought she knew what butterflies felt like but that feeling she had just experienced for the first time was unlike anything she’d ever felt and she never wanted it to end. After a few moments Tom felt himself getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen so he reluctantly pulled away from her “Don’t marry him,” He finished making her look up at him through teary eyes. “Y/N I should’ve told you so long ago, but I love you so much, I’m so desperately in love with you. I have been since we were eighteen and we almost kissed on that rooftop before you told me you were dating him. Y/N I love you more than I thought it was possible to love someone and I’ve tried so hard to get over you I swear but I-I can’t it’s impossible because it’s you. You’re my person, you’re the person I’m supposed to be with and I’m sorry I just now have to balls to tell you this but it’s so true and if you don’t love me back I understand and I just want you to be happy but if you think at all that you might love me back then I’m begging you please don’t marry him.” He ranted making her smile up at him contrary to the tears leaking furiously through her eyes. She threw her arms around his neck holding him as close to her as possible.

“I’m so in love with you, I love you so fucking much Tom,” She said softly into his neck making his eyes widen as he quickly broke away and held her face between his hands searching her eyes for reassurance. “I always have,” She whispered making a few tears drop from his eyes. “I love you so much,” She repeated making him smile wider than he thought possible before picking her up in a hug twirling her around happily making her laugh into her neck smiling happily. She’d loved Tom since she was sixteen and he asked her to their school’s formal because she didn’t have a date, she’d dreamed so many times that this was their wedding not hers and Daniel’s and here she was about to run out on her wedding alone but instead ran straight into the arms of the true love her life. “God I love you so much,” She murmured making him kiss her cheek repeatedly.

“You have no idea how much I love you Y/N,” He assured as he set her down carefully before placing a hand on the back of her neck and pressing their lips together in the most passionate and love filled kiss either of them had ever experienced. They both smiled like idiots as they finally kissed realizing they were in the arms of their soul mate, only breaking away after it had transformed into a heated moment between the two as their teeth clashed slightly and their tongues wrapped around each other in every way possible. “What are you going to do now love?” Tom asked carefully not wanting to send her into a panic attack but the realization that their was a church full of people waiting for her to walk down the aisle began pressing on his mind.

“I’m not going in there,” She stated taking her vail off of her head and rolling it up into a ball making him smile brightly at her as she took of her engagement ring and held it in her hand. “I’ll mail it to him,” She smiled slipping it into Tom’s pants pocket.

“Tom are you-“ A voice called out making both of them look up to see Harrison rounding the corner. “Oh shit Y/N they’re all freaking out in there,” Harrison said seeing Y/N standing with his best friend. He looked between them realizing Tom’s hands were on her waist and how close they were standing. “No way,” He smiled brightly covering his face with his hands hiding his gigantic smile and the tears welling in his own eyes. “Oh my god you guys!” He exclaimed happily running towards them pulling them both into a bit of a group hug. “Fucking finally! Fate is real! True love exists!” He yelled loudly hugging them both tightly. “What the fuck are you going to do?” He asked breaking their hug. Y/N looked at Tom for a second before looking back at Harrison and reaching back into Tom’s pocket making Harrison scrunch his face up in disgust and look away afraid of what she was doing.

“You get to be a messenger,” She stated making Harrison shake his head no and glare at her. “Tell him I’m sorry and I’ll be in touch,” She said handing him her engagement ring before grabbing Tom’s hand and running away from Harrison towards the parking lot as the couple got ready to make a break for Tom’s car and get the hell out of there.

“What? No! Y/N!” Harrison yelled in anger but he couldn’t help the smile tugging on his lips as he watched them disappear from view. He smiled happily walking back into the chapel bracing himself for the awkward interaction as he walked up to Daniel who was chewing on his nails nervously as Y/N’s parents stood next to him with worry etched on their faces. He didn’t say anything just opened his hand Y/N’s showed him the ring. “She said she’d be in touch when she’s ready and she’s sorry,” He said making Daniel look at him in shock. “Good day now,” He smiled walking away quickly grabbing Emily’s and making a beeline out of the church and hopping into one of the cabs as they’d come in Tom’s car and he’d clearly taken it. He was right, Tom and Y/N were long gone driving off down the streets of London finally able to start their lives together.

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Hey, Jealousy (John Wick x Reader)

For the anon who asked:

A fic about john wick getting jealous and ends up slightly being some smut. 😏👌🏼👌🏼

Authors Note: Sorry anon, it’s not full smut but i think it’s good enough :D that’s for this prompt. i had such fun writing it! hope you enjoy!

Rating: M

Song: I Don’t Wanna Live Forever - Taylor Swift feat, Zyan

John Wick x Reader (smut)

Hey Jealously

Originally posted by whiteguykarate

I was furious, fuming, positively leaking smoke from my ears. How dare he, how dare he, take a job like that and put a hit on both of us. To make sure no one came after me he abandoned me in the Continental where Winston was currently babysitting me. Babysitting me!

I was more than capable taking care of myself, being just as capable as John in the field but according to him “, I need to take precautions.” My fucking foot! Then he proceeded to deposit me unconscious in one of the Continental hotel rooms. I had tried to leave but Winston and his band of merry men prevented me from doing so, saying he was keeping me safe as a favour to John.

Now here I was beyond irate, holding his note in my hand with his scratchy handwriting saying he’ll be back later tonight after he takes care of things. I crushed it in my fist and tossed it into the fireplace. I could be there backing him up!

I looked to the clock, two o’clock in the morning. I spied the unopened luggage I packed earlier the day sitting across from me when John tricked me into thinking we were spending some alone time. That was until I found out his plans. I stalked to the case and opened it, looking for the perfect dress to wear to the Continental’s private bar lounge. Since he was going to have fun without me, I’ll just have fun without him. I smirked to myself as I pulled out the perfect dress and proceeded to get ready.

All eyes turned to me as I entered the lounge. I grinned to myself. Oh, John how you were missing out. I spied an empty two seater table and sat. A song I didn’t know was playing. The waiter arrived not too long after to take my order “, gin.”

My drink arrived with a tall dark gentleman.

“May I help you?” I asked.

“Your drink,” he offered with a southern accent and placed my glass on the table along with his “, may I?”

I gestured to the empty chair and crossed my legs. I flicked my hair over my shoulder and leaned towards the table. The man’s eyes flicked from my face to my cleavage.

“Like what you see?” I questioned, while stirring my drink.

He smiled like a viper “, never seen anything like it.”

I chuckled low and seductive. Oh, yes, this was going to be fun. I took a sip from my drink, feeling the burning sensation slide down my throat and into my stomach.

Someone cleared their throat by our table. I looked up into a pair of lined, glass blue eyes. I felt the temper I had just calmed flare back to life.

“Winston,” I gritted, through clenched teeth.

“Y/n… Reese,” greeted Winston.

My companion raised his glass to the hotel owner in response and took a swing of the drink.

Winston turned his attention to me “, is this wise?”

I could feel my body beginning to heat back up, I ignored Winston and turned my attention to the new song. Intense and rich the music began followed by the male vocalist.

Been sittin’ eyes wide open behind these four walls, hopin’ you’ll call
It’s just a cruel existence like it’s no point hopin’ at all

I looked back to him, a sweet smile plastered on my face “, I’ve no idea what you’re talking about?”

Baby, baby, I feel crazy
Up all night, all night and every day
Give me somethin’, oh, but you say nothin’
What is happenin’ to me?

He gave me a tight-lipped smile “, I just wanted to let you know he’s back and looking for you.”

I glanced at my companion whose eyes were scanning the room and politely not listening to our conversation. I doubted he’d be the kind to have me under house arrest.

“Thank you,” I said dismissively and turned my attention back to my male companion.

Winston moved off. I shimmied my chair closer to Reese, his hazel eyes looked surprised.

I smiled dazzlingly at him “, I wasn’t hearing you properly before.”

I don’t wanna live forever
‘Cause I know I’ll be livin’ in vain

John was in for a rude awakening when he saw me with this stranger. I chuckled to myself. There was only a foot between our chairs. I dropped my hand from the table onto his knee and leaned into him. His cologne scratched my nose and I had to try very hard not to recoil.  

Reese was handsome with gold flecked hazel eyes, chestnut hair to match and a square jaw line coated with the slightest five o’clock shadow. I spotted a fresh blackening bruise being hidden by the collar of his crisp white shirt. I took my free hand and brushed it open and slid a finger caressingly over the bruise.

“Rough night?”

And I don’t wanna fit wherever
I just wanna keep callin’ your name

He chuckled, a lovely bass tone “, aren’t you a seductress,” and leaned towards me.

“Is there another reason you’re sitting at my table then?”

Until you come back home
I just wanna keep callin’ your name


Suddenly my heart fell. John flashed through my mind, that was how we first met. He’d seen me, just I was now, sitting at a table by myself and he’d ask me to dance.

Until you come back home
I just wanna keep callin’ your name

“Um –,” I choked.

Until you come back home

I was cut off by a deep husky voice, threatening death and destruction “, there you are, thank you for keeping her company.”

Reese looked taken aback and sank back a fraction in his seat. I could feel the menace and fury pouring out of the person behind me.

“Your welcome,” Reese replied and took a gulp from his drink.

John’s hand wrapped around my arm, a silent command to leave. Suddenly my eyes stung.

I smiled at Reese, while standing “, thank you for your company.”

He nodded without looking in my direction. I let John lead me from the room, everything was a blur. I entered the hotel’s elevator with John behind me. I couldn’t face him so I kept my back turned to him.

“I took care of things,” he announced.

I nodded and silence followed.

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” I croaked.

He didn’t respond. Slowly I turned to look at him, letting my emotions spill down my face in black rivulets. He was so blurry, all I could make out was his form.

“I’m not the one who was about to crawl into some stranger’s lap,” he hissed.

“Jealous?!” I bellowed at him “, that’s exactly what would’ve happened if you died you jackass!”

I gasped as I was slammed into the wall, I inhaled deeply, my throat tight.

“Yes!” he roared “, is that what you wanted to hear? That I was jealous that the woman I love and wanted to protect was looking like she was about to run off with some strange man.”

I opened my mouth to counter but he continued.

“And I walked in to see you wearing this dress and him and every other man in the room eye fucking you!”

The tears continued to run, dripping off my chin and onto my exposed cleavage.

“I was so worried about you,” I sobbed “, I needed you to feel the same pain I felt when you left me. I love you so, so much John.”

My heart clenched in my chest. I would give my life for him and him for me but, locking me up in this place had hurt me. I felt like he didn’t trust me or think I was capable enough.

His thumb brushed away my spilt tears “, I am sorry for leaving you but I don’t regret it.”

He kissed my forehead tenderly, then each eye. I looked up at him he was still a little blurry but getting clearer, I cupped his cheek and traced his worried and pained face with my other hand.

“I’m sorry too,” I murmured.

He kissed my nose and I giggled. He smiled, a little light pouring back into his face chasing away the pain. Gently he brought his lips to mine in a tender kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me a few inches from the floor. I draped my arms over his neck, one of my hands fisting into his midnight hair.

The kiss deepened, his tongue in my mouth tracing my lower lip, probing and thrusting. He broke from my mouth and traced my jaw line. His lips sucked a path down my neck leaving a line of possessive bruises in its wake. I threw my head back and it banged into the gold elevator wall.

“Ouch,” I moaned.

I banded my legs around his waist and ground on his growing erection. He groaned into my ear at the friction and pushed me into the wall, hiking my dress up and grinding into my core eliciting a hiss of pleasure from me.

My hands freely roamed his back, running over his arms, chest and grasping his ass. Tight and firm. Delicious. My hands went back to his hair, the strands sliding silkily through my fingers. Roughly he grasped the strap of my dress to push it from my shoulder. I felt it snap but I didn’t care. John freed my right breast and sucked a nipple into his mouth. I moaned at the wet velvety contact of his tongue and rolled my hips against his hardened cock. He paused and shuddered against my body.

“Like that big boy?” I whispered into his ear as I sucked my own mark of ownership into his pale neck.

I rutted my hips against him and pulled at his shirt but gave up and attacked his belt, needing him in me.

The elevator bell dinged, I hopped off John and did my best to straighten my clothes. The doors opened to reveal Winston.

Winston entered the elevator with a cocked eyebrow and a knowing smile “, John… y/n, I hope I’m not interrupting something”

“No, not at all,” we replied in unison.

Winston smiled and turned his back to us.

I caught sight of our reflection in the mirrored wall. I did my best to stifle a laugh. John’s hair was sticking out at all angles, ruby lipstick streaked across his lips and rained down his chest along with purple bruises. His tie was about to fall off his neck, his shirt also bore my lips mark, three of the first buttons were on the floor and his shirt tails were hanging out his pants. John’s belt was undone and his large tattooed hands were clasped over the tent in his pants.

I was worse, looking like a truck had run over me – twice. My hair was netted and frizzy. I had raccoon eyes, black tracks ran down my face, my lipstick was smudged half across my face and down my neck. So much for the label saying it was none transferable. The left strap for the low cut, black, spaghetti strapped body con dress was broken. Red and blue marks decorated my neck like an elaborate necklace.

John caught my eyes in the mirror and smiled. I ducked my head feeling a bit of heat creep into my cheeks. His hand found mines and squeezed.

The elevator dinged, opened and Winston stepped out.

He turned, a smirk on his lined features “, it makes no sense wishing you a good night but, I must ask that you please keep the noise level at minimum for the other guests.”

“Of course, Winston, good night,” replied John, still holding my hand.

“I’m not the one who’s going to have a good night,” Winston said with a wink.

The elevator bell sounded and the doors closed. I looked up at John who was already looking at me, lust coating his features.

Oh yes, this was going to be a very good night.

Merovingian Gold Sword Pommel with Garnets, 5th-6th Century AD

A hollow-formed gold sword pommel cap of ‘cocked-hat’ profile with four vertical tubes to the narrow ends to accept mounting pins; band of rectangular garnet cloisons to the upper face, beaded wire borders to the decorative motifs comprising on each face two half-ovals and a disc with gold walls to the cells; to one face the disc with central roundel and quadrants, to the other face D-shaped plaques and a cross; the underside closed with a rectangular plate. 27 grams, 49mm (2").

Asgardian Gothic
  • The walls are made of gold. The curtains are also gold, and the doors. You wonder if the men in golden armor are becoming part of the palace, or if they came from it.
  • There are broken pumpkins and shattered glass on the floor, and melted gold running down the walls. You glare at the person who irritated the older prince.
  • There are no explosions in the distance. Why?
  • Chains are rattling. You carry on feasting, throwing glasses so the smashing will cover the noise.
  • Ravens perch in the bedroom, cawing. They are adding important information to the conversation.
  • Sometimes two people saw the queen at the same time, in different rooms. It was always good to see her.
  • The younger prince has died again. It’s the second time, or maybe the third. It doesn’t matter. He’ll be in prison again soon.
  • The end of the world is coming. No, says the lore-knower. The end of all the worlds is coming. 
Lana Del Rey on Religion

“My understanding of God has come from my own personal experiences… because I was in trouble so many times in New York that if you were me, you would believe in God too. When things get bad enough, your only resort is to lie in bed and start praying. I dunno about congregating once a week in a church and all that, but when I heard there is a divine power you can call on, I did.“ 

“Well, I mixed it with my studies in theology, because it was the best school for the Jesuit faith and all of the Jesuits taught philosophy classes. There was just a lot of talk about going back to that basic question: Why do we exist? How did reality come to be? Why do we do what we do? And how not to become the butcher, the baker, the candlestickmaker, the guardians of the middle-class—that really interested me. I don’t know. Yeah, I loved being around people who wondered why we were here.”

“I guess I would say that the beautiful thing about feeling connected to something greater is that even at my lowest point I always have a feeling that I’m being taken care of. “

“And Jesus—I mean, being raised Catholic, it was just a way of life. Spirituality and religion were strong. I was in Catholic school until I was 13. Like a lot of other people, I think foundationally I was hymn inspired—musical hymns, not Him, Jesus. [Laughs.]”

“Like so many people, they always state the difference between faith and religion. The faith that I’ve come to find is a science of my own through lots of trials and errors. I’ve been through so many different walks of life that I’ve needed to ask a lot of questions that no human power can answer. I’ve had to seek a lot of guidance. I’ve had to pray a lot because I’ve been in trouble a lot. But it’s not until you do that that you realize there are answers out there to be found.”

To thine own self be true. Seek and ye shall find. There’s a science to prayer, I would say. I think sometimes when you’re really faced with a huge life dilemma or problem and you’ve turned to every sort of thing for answers, sometimes the last resort is to pray and to put out a question to the universe in your mind. Even when you put your question out there, you ask that invisible whoever “What do I do?” you sort of get answers; you forget the problem all over again.”

“I went to a Catholic school called St. Agnes and I loved going to church. I was very interesting and curious about the idea of a divine plan and that there was something bigger than us out there. I don’t have a traditional Catholic view of religion or God though – but I enjoy the feeling of being looked after in the spiritual sense.”

She attended a Catholic elementary school called St. Agnes, and was the cantor of the church across the street. “I loved church,” says Del Rey. “I loved the mysticism, the idea of something bigger, the idea of a divine plan. For me, the concept of religion transitioned into a really healthy idea of God–I don’t have the traditional views of a conservative Catholic, but my imagination was opened within the big blue-and-gold cathedral walls. I liked the idea of being looked after.”

I would say, ‘I don’t know what’s going to happen.’ She’d say, ‘God didn’t save you from drowning just to beat you up on the shore. All you really need is patience when you have persistence.”

“I feel a strong relationship with God and I feel my ties are with him. That’s how I honestly feel. Everything I do, I do it for somebody I’ve never met before, something in the great beyond. That’s my primary relationship, really, is with something divine. I feel a connection as real with that as I’ve ever had with anybody on this earth.”

“There’s one song called “God Knows I Tried” which has a little gospel feel to it.”


He raised his lantern, the light shining over both of their faces. His hair was long and burnished gold, and his pale blue eyes glinted like ice beneath a winter sun. He looks like a painting, she thought, a Saint wrought in gold leaf on the walls of a church, born to wield a sword of fire.

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