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a concept: andrew getting really used to physical contact from neil

  • he accepted neil lacing their fingers together pretty quickly
  • or neil’s fingers in his hair
  • and neil kissing him
  • it took him a little longer to say ‘yes’ to neil’s hands elsewhere, like his shoulders or his chest, but he got there eventually
  • but can you imagine
  • when one morning in columbia
  • weeks and months and maybe even years later
  • neil wakes up, on his back, sleep still heavy on his limbs and his mind
  • but after like a minute
  • he realises that’s not just sleep that’s heavy on his limbs
  • there’s hair in his face but he’s just got a haircut so??
  • that’s not his??
  • so neil opens his eyes
  • and is immediately met with a schock of blond hair
  • and slowly his mind starts to comprehend that right there
  • right. there.
  • a certain goal keeper has his head on neil’s shoulder/chest
  • and an arm thrown over neil’s middle
  • and neil’s face is still buried in andrew’s hair
  • he can smell the faintest trace of his own shampoo that andrew always denies he uses
  • and at some point when he was still sleeping he had curled his arm around andrew’s shoulder and neck and buried his fingers in his hair as well
  • and neil doesn’t dare to move even just an inch
  • but he can’t help the stupid grin that forms on his lips
  • and the warm, fluttery feeling that bubbles up in his chest and his throat
  • and he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and just relishes the weight of andrew’s head and arm on his body and the way his heavy breath ghosts along neil’s collarbone
  • and he thinks maybe
  • just maybe
  • one day they really are going to be okay

I’m angry. I have been, for weeks now.

I didn’t want to make a post or say anything because I don’t think enough people will notice or care. But fuck that, because I’ve got something to say.

I’m a fanfic writer for Haikyuu, I’ve been one for over a year; going on two. I’ve written 50 fics for this fandom, and I’ve been posting one fic or chapter update every week since the beginning of this year.

I write because I love writing, because I have a lot of ideas, and because I love the characters. I post my work because I think other people might enjoy my work, too.

But I’m also sick of it.

I’m sick of spending all my free time on writing only to get ten notes max on my fics on tumblr. Which, you know - it might just be that people don’t like my work. But it’s not just me.
I’ve participated in events, and if you look at the pages for any fandom-related project that includes artists and writers, I can assure you that you’ll always find the same thing: art with over a thousand notes per pic, and fics with less than twenty.

Don’t get me wrong. I love the art that people are creating in the fandom, just as much as the next person. I buy every zine I can get my hands on. I commission artists when I can.

Recently, I commissioned a writer. I didn’t even know that was a thing until a couple months ago, and even then, I’ve seen writers offer 1k words or more for as little as 3$. Are you fucking kidding me. I paid 25$ for 4k and I wish I could have tipped more.

I guess what I’m saying is that I’m done with this.

I’ve been thinking every single day for the last three weeks that I want to just say I’m not going to be writing anymore. Because I’ve got no more energy for this. I’ve got enough other shit going on, and constantly being angry about how writers are treated is not helping, and it’s not something I can turn off. Every day I’ve been thinking “you should just go. For your sake. Stop this shit.”

I can’t do that. When I finally reached that point, and made the decision today that I’d stop, I’m done, I’m out - I immediately felt AWFUL. I love writing, and I love the friends I’ve made through it. I get really sweet and supportive comments sometimes. I feel like my work has maybe impacted a handful of people.

But I hate this. I hate the way the fandom treats us. I hate getting 1k hits and 2 comments. I hate getting 20 notes, only one of which is a reblog. Who’s going to see my work? No one. I hate it, and I don’t know what to do about it.

I guess that’s all. Expect a new fic from me next week, as always. Because as much as I hate it, I can’t leave. But I’m done pretending I’m not angry. Because I am.

headcanon that Neil can sing

  • he loves it too
  • but being on the run for most of his life didn’t really give him the opportunity to do so

o   sometimes when him and his mom were in the car he would sing quietly to whatever song was playing on the radio (if the radio was turned on)

o   but most of the time his survival depended on being quiet

o   so no signing for neil it was

  • but after baltimore neil starts to feel at ease and secure with the foxes and it shows in the way he holds himself and acts around his new little family

o   he doesn’t flinch every time someone raises their voice above conversational level anymore

o   he sometimes falls asleep on the couch in the dorm during the day

o   he doesn’t always check all escape routes whenever they enter a room

o   etc

  • and he starts singing
  • the first time it’s in the monsters’ dorm
  • the radio is playing some catchy popsong

·                o   it’s despacito

  • and neil is doing something in the kitchen, maybe making some coffee or a sandwich or something
  • and he just,,,,,
  • starts singing along
  • nicky barely holds himself back from yelling
  • he films it, sends it to erik and begs him to put neil on The List™ (not that he’d actually try anything on neil, he doesn’t have a death wish okay)
  • but neil has the voiCE OF AN ANGEL
  • and he’s singing in SPANISH

o   nicky get weak every time neil speaks spanish anyway

o   which is a tad impractical because nicky tutors him in spanish for his class

o   but he can handle it

o   or he could, until he heard neil SING in spanish

o   and could neil also stop to gently and rhythmically swAY HIS HIPS FROM SIDE TO SIDE

  • even kevin stops short and stares at neil (who is wonderfully oblivious)
  • andrew looks at neil, apparently unfazed
  • but he stares a few seconds too long
  • so long, in fact, that even nicky notices and just grins at andrew
  • andrew just scoffs, gets up and leaves the room
  • neil is just confused about andrew leaving and nicky’s grin
  • and if andrew starts to make sure that there’s always the radio playing in the dorm room or their house in columbia from now on
  • then no one comments on it
  • they just,,,, understand and silently agree
9 Benefits of Having Crystals

Did you know? The oldest surviving crystal is 60,000 years old which was discovered in a grave in Sungir, Russia. It means that the use of crystal dates back to the beginning of the humankind. Besides being used in jewelries, crystals were widely used for spirituality and healing in the oldest civilizations including China, India, and Egypt.

The role of crystals is equally important in today’s world. They are said to connect you to the planet’s healing energy, making you feel more balanced and relaxed. There are thousands of crystals on the earth but few of them have been recognized for the healing power. Each crystal is considered to have unique properties and energies to address different concerns of your life. Generally, crystals are determined by their colours, for example, red coloured crystals are known for energy, while pink crystals are known for bringing in emotions and sensitivity, and orange crystals for artistic skills.

Here we have rounded up such benefits of the crystals to help you find the right one:

Turquoise for Healing:

Turquoise has been known for its healing powers since ages. It is said to create an energetic bridge between the earth and heaven. In fact, many historical evidences show that it was used to bring the luck and protection in ancient times. According to many customs, turquoise should be given as a gift to multiply its healing properties.

Bloodstone for Energy:

Blood-stones belong to the family of red crystals that are known for energy and passion. In ancient times, bloodstone was worn as an amulet to purify the blood while it was used to remove poison from snakebites in medieval times.

The crystal is recommended for the lethargy, negative thoughts and self-doubt. It is also said that bloodstone promotes enthusiasm and emotional wellbeing.

Smoky Quarts to Move On:

Many healers believe that smoky quarts can ground the negative energy and negative thoughts as well. It is said to help a person moves on from disturbing thoughts and the beliefs that are holding him back. It drives out negative and blocked energy from your body. Once the old energy is removed, your body and mind are all set to receive the positive energy in the form of hope.

Rose Quartz for Love Life:

The beautiful rose quartz can improve your love life. In fact, it is known as the stone of unconditional love. You should keep the stone near your bedside.

Carnelian is for Creativity:

Carnelian is the stone of motivation, confidence and joy. In ancient times, it is worn by warriors for courage and physical power while Egyptian architects used to keep it to show their rank of builder. It was also used in the Middle Ages to activate the energy. Today, carnelian is considered as the stone of creativity as it helps release the creative energy. Its vibrant orange colour triggers you passion to go ahead to achieve the dreams.

Quartz Crystal for Clarity of Thoughts:

Quartz crystal is derived from silica, one of the common elements on the planet. In fact, human body is also made from silica, on a cellular level. It is said that quartz crystal combines with your body’s energy to promote health and healing. In many ancient civilizations, the stone was used to achieve the balance of the body and clarity of the mind. The crystal grounds negative energy and channelizes the energy to help you connect with light and clarity.

Celestite for Stress Reliving

Celestitie is borrowed from the Latin word caelestisthat means celestial. The divine blue colour of the crystal attracts the attention. It is used for spreading peace and happiness, which in turns relive the stress. You can place the stone in your bedroom for a restful sleep. A healer places celestite on your muscles to relax your stressed muscles.

Citrine

Also known as Success Stone and Merchant’s Stone, Citrine is the stone of happiness and luck. It is said to hold the energies of good fortune and good luck. It drives away negative energy and brings in positive energy. The stone inspires you to aim big, maintain a positive state of mind and achieve everything you want to have.

Aventurinefor Self Confidence and Optimism:

Aventurine crystals contain the constituents of quartz and various other minerals. They are found in Brazil, China, Nepal, Russia, India and Tibet. It is the stone of self-confidence and helps you get rid of the feelings of self-doubt. It releases the energy of the heart and attracts new opportunities for you. Aventurinealso boosts your confidence and optimism.

Bottom Line:

You must have understood that why the use of crystals is still relevant. If you are looking to shop the crystals, consider buying them from the reputed retailer or wholesale distributor in Australia. Besides, consult an experienced healer to know the right way to use the crystals.

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The Impala

Dean Winchester x Reader (Kind of)

NSFW Warning; Light male masturbation

625 words


As Dean waited on you, his patience grew very thin. He expected you back around an hour ago with information about the case you found, but he hasn’t heard so much as a little text from you.

Dean wiggled his nose and looked out the rear view mirror. He was parked out of the way where no one would dare tread down. With a quick glance down at the zipper of his jeans, Dean decided he would waste extra time by entertaining himself. You would call before you showed up, giving him enough time to wrap everything up.

Checking around once more, making sure no one will sneak up on him, Dean scooted down in the driver’s seat and spread his legs a tad more, giving himself more room. He started to rub the front of his jeans slowly, building himself up for a big finish.

His eyes fluttered closed and he leaned his head back against the seat, his mouth hanging open enough to let a quiet moan escape his lips. It had been a while since Dean had gotten anything, he knew this would be fast.

He unzipped his jeans, pulling the flaps aside so his black boxers popped through, showing the outline of a particular member. He rubbed his fingers along his shaft through his boxers and searched his memory for an online video he must have watched months ago, setting himself in the mood.

The Impala, why had he not thought of this before? He was sure he had, but certainly not in a long time. He normally waited on you and Sam to go to bed before he snuck into the bathroom and pleasured himself, or had to find a nice, quiet area out on a hunt, on days like today.

Dean let out another moan the second his fingers touched himself, after slipping into his boxers. His fingers get to work, pumping away until he was sure it had to be safe now, pulling his dick out for only a few minutes.

The passenger side door flew open and you plopped into the seat, slamming the door behind you. Dean scrambled to sit up, thankful that he hadn’t successfully had his cock out in the open just yet, though he didn’t think about his fly being unzipped and his hard on still showing through his boxers. Not much, but enough. You aren’t enough of a scare to completely ruin the mood. In fact, Dean often had sexy dreams that involve you, often he tried to remember them when pleasuring himself. He’d never admit that, not to your face.

“Alright, so I found—“ you stopped in your tracks and look over at Dean. He panted and pulled his jacket closer at his side. “Don’t stop.”

Dean blinked, not sure he heard you correctly. His dream was literally coming true if he had, but that was completely unlikely. Girls hated that sort of thing, finding a guy touching himself in his car. He could have been thinking about anything.

“You heard me, Dean. Or you could have asked me if it were that bad.” You shrugged a shoulder.

Now Dean was sure you’re messing with him. He sat up straight and put the Impala in drive. He sighed and glanced back at you before he quickly drove off. “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” Dean huffed.

“Pull over.” You insisted.

Dean does what he’s instructed, thinking nothing will happen. He puts his baby in park and sits back in his seat, but he’s suddenly surprised by your fingers working at the top of his jeans. He threw his head back against the seat. “Mmm, baby.” He moaned.

You secretly wanted him this whole, too, Dean was just too stubborn to notice.

“Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory….

…If a soldier is imprisioned by the enemy, don’t we consider it his duty to escape?….

If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we’re partisans of liberty, then…

..it’s our plain duty to escape…

And to take as many people with us as we can!”  

―    J.R.R. Tolkien


anonymous asked:

One of my characters rely on their mind more then physical , however, they are required to use a weapon for battling. What is an easy weapon they could use if they don't have much fighting experience?

Unless you literally mean they have psychic powers, that is how people fight. It doesn’t matter how strong, fast, or tough someone is, if you can outwit them, they’re fucked. This is why, the ability to think, and adapt is the primary attribute for a fighter.

I realize people like to say, “my character is different, they think about how they fight,” but it’s really a lot like saying, “my character is different, they use the turn signals while driving.” Yeah, you don’t need to, but it’s not going to end well.

Stepping back from that a moment, a smart fighter learns a wide variety of weapons, and picks the ones that will be most useful for the opponents, terrain, and situations they’ll be facing. That means learning as many weapons as they can.

There’s a strong bias in media for characters who hyper-specialize on a single weapon. The master swordsman, master martial artist, the gunslinger, the sniper, the archer. You know how to stop someone like that? Pick a weapon or strategy they can’t defend against. It doesn’t matter how good you are with a sword if someone else guns you down.

Being adaptable and merely proficient with a variety of options is often far more dangerous than someone who was studying the blade while you were reading this.

-Starke

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ISAK AND EVEN VOTING PARTY

From an idea of Nate @isakiyakis.

We decided to create a voting fandom party for Isak and Even since the poll is closing tonight at 2am norwegian time.

It’s not the best time for europeans to vote so we thought it would be funny to throw a little fandom party to keep us awake. The party starts at 9pm (we always refer to norwegian time).

If you want to partecipate these are the rules:

  • MAKE THEMED POSTS

9pm gifset: favorite episode of season 3

9.30pm evak headcanons

10pm isak and even + song

10.30pm isak and even + incorrect quotes

11pm favorite isak and even’s body part

11.30pm favorite evak quotes/ why is evak important for you

12am favorite evak glance/ evak fanart

12.30am gifset: isak and even with friends

1am favorite evak moment

1.30am poll memes

  • ADD THE LINK TO VOTE AT THE END OF YOUR POST
  • TAG YOUR POST WITH #evakvotingpoll AND #skam. It’d be cool if we can trend skam tonight :)

Note: the party will be activated only if 500+ people decide to partecipate. Spread the word – also on instagram and twitter if you have accounts there..the more the merrier :) !!!!

Let’s make Henrik, Tarjei and Julie proud. ❤️ ALT ER LOVE ❤️

I’m tagging some of the most active blogs: @alterskam @c-ardamom @cardamom-minutes @chickenparmaham @cuddlyevak @dailyhenrikholm @deepinskam @duerdigg @evaknaesen @evakshalla @evakskam @evaktexts @evakvaltersen @evakviigmoon @evenbec @evenvalterson @fairieswithoutwings @folerdetdufoler @hemrikholm @henrikhol-m @infiniteisakeven @isak–skam @isaksavedeven @isak-valterson @isakinloveblog @isakkxeven @isakp3 @isaks-even @isaksbestpillow @isaksredscarf @isakthesnake @isakvalty @isakxevenallday @isakyaki @issyisak @josteninski @kardamomme @kardemomme-kisses @kardemommeevak @kierensczerny @kosegruppaa @linneaxskam @metaphoricallocker @minkefreak @momecat @nalle @reasoniwantyoutostay @romialmi @sanaandthesun @sanaknows @sanasevaks @schembel @shakerrmakerr @shameeven @shameforskam @shytarjei @skam-obsessed @skamaddicted @skamforfaen @skamisak @skamisako @skamly @skammedxevak @skammmed @skamownsmysoul @skams @skevak @smolsonisak @smolwolfgang @softestisak @softnorwegians @sonhoedesrazao @sskkam @stardefiant @stayinherewithyou @tarjeiandhenrik @tarjeisandvik @tarjeitrash @tessalabessa @tocapturethisvoice @toneelspeler @v-ltersen @westiris @whenitisreal @willnotaskagain @wingsareatplace

50 Famously Inspiring Quotes About The Beach & The Sea

There is something to be said about one’s experiences of the beach. For sand and surf, sun tanning and seashell collecting, the place where ocean meets land is a release for all things work entailing; a balance for all things in our day that take up our time and occupy our lives.

A “beach life” is what inspires the mission statement of my brand! There are days for me as well, however, where the nearest I am to a slice of paradise goes no further than being immersed in the work of presenting my product line with the pieces I share.

For those days when the ends of the earth, the smell of salt air and the sound of ocean waves are far from within reach, a collection of 50 famously inspiring quotes about the beach & the sea to help bring me back to its retreat.

Life is better at the beach! It really is, I truly think.


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  1. “I couldn’t imagine living in a state that didn’t reach the ocean. It was a giant reset button. You could go to the edge of the land and see infinity renewed.” - Avery Sawyer
  2. “We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came.” - John F. Kennedy
  3. “The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.” - Henry Beston
  4. “Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of time.” - H.P. Lovecraft
  5. “The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.” - Isak Dinesen
  6. “The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination and brings eternal joy to the soul.” - Robert Wyland
  7. “Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” - Andre Gide
  8. “For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), it’s always our self we find in the sea.” - E.E. Cummings
  9. “We never know the worth of water till the well is dry.” - Thomas Fuller
  10. “The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonders forever.” - Jacques Cousteau
  11. “I pray to be like the ocean, with soft currents, maybe waves at times. More and more, I want to consistency rather than the highs and the lows.” - Drew Barrymore
  12. “I love the sea’s sounds and the way it reflects the sky. The colors that shimmer across its surface are unbelievable. This, combined with the color of the water over white sand, surprises me every time.” - John Dyer
  13. “The sea will grant each man new hope, and sleep will bring dreams of home.” - Christopher Columbus
  14. “My soul is full of longing for the secrets of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.” - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  15. “I spent uncounted hours sitting at the bow looking at the water and sky, studying each wave, different from the last, seeing how it caught the light, the air, the wind; watching patterns, the sweep of it all, and letting it take me. The sea.” - Gary Paulsen
  16. “Limitless and immortal, the waters are the beginning and end of all things on earth.” - Heinrich Zimmer
  17. “Every time we walk along a beach, some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.” - Loren Eiseley
  18. “I could never stay long enough on the shore; the tang of the untainted, fresh, and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought.” - Helen Keller
  19. “When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.” - Rainer Maria Rilke
  20. “At night, when the sky is full of stars and the sea is still you get the wonderful sensation that you are floating in space.” - Natalie Wood
  21. “The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeks. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can’t.” - Christopher Paolini
  22. “Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.” - Sarah Kay
  23. “I took off on a wave, went down the side, popped out the other end, and went ‘shit, I’m still alive’!” - Greg Noll
  24. “Out of water, I am nothing.” - Duke Kahanamoku
  25. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying looking at the surface of the ocean itself, except that when you finally see what goes on underwater, you realize that you’ve been missing the whole point of the ocean. Staying on the surface all the time is like going to the circus and staring at the outside of the tent.” - Dave Barry
  26. “My boat is on the shore, and my bark is on the sea.” - Lord George Gordon Byron
  27. “Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.” - William Shakespeare
  28. “With every drop of water you drink, every breath you take, you’re connected to the sea. No matter where on Earth you live.” - Sylvia Earle
  29. “And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually.” - Jimi Hendrix
  30. “It was the Law of the Sea, they said. Civilization ends at the waterline. Beyond that, we all enter the food chain, and not always right at the top.” - Hunter S. Thompson
  31. “There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.” - Joseph Conrad
  32. “I have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that I’m touching eternity, that it goes on forever until it begins here again.” - Lauren DeStefano
  33. “Catch a wave, and you’re sitting on top of the world.” - The Beach Boys
  34. “I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.” - T.S. Eliot
  35. “My life is like a stroll on the beach…as near to the edge as I can go.” - Henry David Thoreau
  36. “Our memories of the ocean will linger on, long after our footprints in the sand are gone.” - Anonymous
  37. “Even the upper end of the river believes in the ocean.” - William Stafford
  38. “One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach; one can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.” - Anne Morrow Lindberg
  39. “Why do we love the sea? it is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think.” - Robert Henri
  40. “Every time I stand before a beautiful beach, its waves seem to whisper to me: If you choose the simple things and find joy in nature’s simple treasures, life and living need not be so hard.” - Psyche Roxas-Mendoza
  41. “Eternity begins and ends with the ocean’s tides.” - Unknown
  42. “Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single though of which the sea would not be part.” - Hermann Broch
  43. “Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson
  44. “You can’t stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.” - Jon Kabat-Zan
  45. “It’s hard for me to put into words why I like the beach so much. Everything about it is renewing for me, almost like therapy…Beach Therapy.” - Amy Dykens
  46. “What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.” - Werner Herzog
  47. “At the beach, life is different. A day moves not from hour to hour but leaps from mood to moment. We go with the currents, plan around the tides, follow the sun. We measure happiness by nothing we can hold, nothing we can catch. Everywhere, life is jumping and elusive and momentously momentary.” - Sandy Gingras
  48. “I felt the full breadth and depth of the ocean around the sphere of the Earth, back billions of years to the beginning of life, across all the passing lives and deaths, the endless waves of swimming joy and quiet losses of exquisite creatures with fins and fronds, tentacles and wings, colourful and transparent, tiny and huge, coming and going. There is nothing the ocean has not seen.” - Sally Andrew
  49. To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.“ - Jeanne Moreau
  50. "The ocean makes me feel really small and it makes me put my whole life into perspective…it humbles you and makes you feel almost like you’ve been baptized. I feel born again when I get out of the ocean.” - Beyoncé Knowles

Amen, Beyoncé. Amen.


Did we miss any? Which of these quotes was your favorite, and why?

Money Affirmations

I am a magnet for money. Prosperity of every kind is drawn to me.

 Today is a delightful day. Money comes to me in expected and unexpected ways.

 I move from poverty thinking to prosperity thinking and my finances reflect this change.

 I delight in the financial security that is a constant in my life.

 I am open and receptive to all the wealth in the Universe.

 I am open and receptive to new avenues of income.

 I now receive my good from expected and unexpected sources.

She Walks in Beauty [Dean]

Originally posted by chattyang

Artist: Dean | Word Count: 2.548 | CoffeeShop!AU

I identify cafe with books and thus this oneshot was made! I hope you’ll like it anon<3

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Kwon Hyuk hated Monday with a passion, because his uncontrollable insomnia would always act up when he wanted to sleep, and the coffee shop he worked at would be the center of attention for businessman and woman since it was located at the heart of Seoul, giving a hard time for every barista and worker. Right now Hyuk was hanging onto the subway’s handle, blinking every few minutes when he felt himself doze off, because he can’t miss the stop and be late. Hell, Hyuk couldn’t afford to be absent, since he had bills to pay and food to buy. As much as he liked to curl up under his blanket, shielded from the work, he needed work to survive.

It took an hour to step up the café before one of the workers flipped the sign to ‘open’, and people started to flood in, looking as sleep deprived as Hyuk himself as they ordered the strongest coffee the shop got. Some took away simple breakfasts like croissants and cakes, because those people would have suffered if they didn’t eat before consuming the coffee. Hyuk barely moved from the Espresso grinding machine until he realized it was three in the evening, the odd time between lunch and dinner that left the café quite peaceful, a total change from the hectic situation earlier.

He helped his friend to clean the dishes, offering to dry them, when Hyuk heard the door push open. The dark haired barista turned around, catching a glimpse of a girl walking to the cashier. Seeing as his coworker was missing in action, Hyuk quickly set the cups down and dashed to the cashier, making it just in time to muster his biggest smile and take the orders.

“Hello and welcome to the Half Moon Café, how may I take your orders?” Hyuk started, his eyes meeting the most beautiful eyes that pulled him out of the reality for a moment. When he finally snapped back, Hyuk was blinking, trying to push away the look of shock, because oh you were beautiful. The way your hair falls effortlessly, how your eyes seemed to hold joy, and your luscious lips when they twitched into a smile was all it took to make his knees weak. And when he heard your angelic voice, Hyuk knew he was smitten.

“Do you perhaps have anything that’s strong enough to wake me up, but not too strong that it would hurt my stomach? I’m not much of a coffee drinker, and something mild and not too sharp would do.” You described, as your eyes were still on the menu board on the wall, sometimes squinting to read the small words. Hyuk himself had to look up to the menu, humming while he thought of your description.

“Maybe a Flat White would do? It’s made of 15-30% of coffee and 70-85% of milk, that’s the least strongest drink in here,” Hyuk offered, noting how your eyes met his gaze again and looking delighted, “Or maybe you could eat something first before drinking. We have cakes as well if you think croissants are going to make you too full.” And then your attention switched to the range of cakes on the display, and Hyuk noticed how you would lick your lips in thought of eating the pretty looking deserts.

“You know what, I’ll take that Flat White and a Green Tea cake,” You ordered firmly, and Hyuk diligently jotted down your words, “How much would that be?”

“8 dollars, please.”

“Here you go.” Giving Hyuk the exact amount of money, you then walked to the table next to the window, making yourself comfortable as your examined the world outside the café. And then you turned your head, taking in the details of the large coffee shop that was empty. Of course it was empty, everyone was still at work and they won’t be hungry for three more hours, so there’s no reason for people to go here. You went here just because you thought it’s odd to be squeezed between tall buildings. And it served as a cozy café, as if the harsh rigid world outside didn’t exist.

And Hyuk watched from the corner of his eyes, how you would watch your surrounding and indulge in the comfort of the café, and then pull out a book out of your bag. He tried to peek from afar to see the title of the book, because the cover looks familiar to his mind. While he did so, he had almost ruined the small heart he made on the foam, and he sighed in relieve when he didn’t ruin the shape. The coffee was done a minute later, and he decided to deliver your orders himself, having a double reason as to catch a glimpse of your book as well. Hyuk was secretly a big literature fan, especially poems, and he was sure he’s seen the cover of your book before.

“One Flat White steaming hot and made with love.” Hyuk’s voice broke your concentration as you looked up, closing the book and giving a full view of the book’s title to him. And he tried to suppress the yelp of excitement as he gently put your coffee down, because you were reading a book of poems, and from one of his favorite artists: Walt Whitman.

“Oh, thank you so much.” And the bright grin on your face seemed to add fuel to the sudden surge of happiness inside of him, as Hyuk could only flash a smile and walk back to the counter. And as much as he’s glad that he’s a few feet away from you because his heart was beating too rapidly, he was bummed out at himself for not striking a conversation at the perfect chance. There weren’t any customers so it won’t look as impolite, his friends weren’t there to tease the hell out of him, and she was alone! But he decided that maybe it was the best, because he really didn’t want to bother your reading.

Nonetheless, he was hyped knowing you read such a great poet. How Hyuk wanted to go up to you and talk about  Walt Whitman, maybe impress you with his wide knowledge of poems, but he didn’t have the guts to do so, and that was enough to hold him behind the counter as he cleaned up the already stainless counter.

While you were reading, you found yourself wondering to the cute barista every time you come over a love poem. Something about the way he holds himself really attracted you in an unexplainable way, as if he had cool appeal to him. And he looked pretty daring, with one of his eyebrows cut in the middle and the messy haircut he has. The most interesting thing about him was when he noticed the cover of your book, as if he was jolting in joy just by seeing it. There were a lot of people that read Whitman’s work, and maybe he was one of his fans. But you found it cute and intelligent if a boy’s into literature, especially poetry. Having a way with words guarantees an easy heart to a woman’s heart, and that was something you can’t deny. And you found yourself smiling into the love poet you’ve come across, occasionally taking glances towards him. He seemed like he was making himself look busy, and you wanted to chat with this peculiar barista, but you didn’t want to interrupt his work.

It was about one and a half hour later, when your coffee and cake is long gone, that you decided to go back home to do your assignments from college. Clutching your book to your chest, you used the other hand to hold the plate and glass, walking to the counter. And Hyuk was still there, his face looking taken aback as you placed the dishes as lightly as you go.

“The coffee was great, and it was perfect for my stomach! So was the cake, it was splendid.” You complimented, your hands growing sweaty as you hold your book tighter, hoping that he would contribute into the conversation so that it wouldn’t end. As much as you have to go home and do your responsibility, you really didn’t want to leave. This young man in front of you, probably a few years older, was a very intriguing human being, and you found yourself wanting to know more about him. Your heart felt something more than infatuation for this man, although you’ve just met him an hour ago, but you felt like you both were destined to meet.

“Oh, I’m really glad it didn’t affect your stomach,” Hyuk sighed, feeling pride swell in his heart as his recommendations was spot on, “I thought I might’ve hurt you there for a second.” He was trying to smile, but he felt so jumpy because of his heart picking up the pace at full speed. Suddenly he felt his senses sharpen as he took in your floral scent, his eyes catching every detail of your pretty face, and the abrupt feeling of not wanting this to end grew bigger. No, he didn’t want this awkward  and embarrassing conversation to end, all he wanted was to get to know you more but he found himself tongue tied.

“Well then, I’ll go now. Thank you so much, this café is—“

“Wait!” Hyuk yelped, a bit too loud for his liking, but it stopped you to take a step further away from him, “Y-You have a great taste in poetry! I like Walt Whitman as well.” He was stuttering, and he knew damn well he’s made a fool of himself, but then you smiled widely for him, and that was all it took to calm his nerves down.

“Really? I like him as well!” You expressed, holding the book for Hyuk to see, “I’m a huge fan of literature, especially poetry, and Whitman’s work always pull me back from the world, and it’s a nice comfort from everything’s that going on.” And you rambled on, grinning from ear to ear as Hyuk’s smile didn’t left his lips, and somehow all you wanted was to spit a bunch of words out if that makes Hyuk smile a lot.

“Same as I do! Out of all the literature products in this world, I think poetry is the best,” Hyuk chuckled, and then he stops when he got a brave idea pop inside his mind, “Say, can I read you one of you my favorite poems? It’s not Whitman’s work, but I thought I should share it with you.” He was afraid you would reject, that you didn’t have time, but his offer made you step closer to the counter and rest your elbows on the wooden table, using your hands to support your face.

“Go on, I’m all ears.” You whispered, and Hyuk found himself leaning closer as well, mirroring your action. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them again to meet the most alluring eyes that hold a lot of stars that got him so lost inside. But he was quick to snap back, and the power your orbs gave him seemed to fill the words slipping past his lips with so much love.

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

“That was elegant and grand,” You gasped, clearly taken away by the words strung together into a perfect exquisite poetry, “Who’s work was that?” Without you realizing, you had grasped Hyuk’s hand, and he felt his heart rose to the clouds at the contact.

“It was from a poet called Lord Byron, and it’s called ‘She Walks in Beauty’. It sounds nice to the ears, doesn’t it?” Hyuk got an excited nod from you, as you were beaming in glee towards him. He then straightened his posture, suddenly getting another new idea, and dashed towards the kitchen. You were left confused at the sudden outburst, but you stayed in your place, believing he would come back for a good reason.

And Hyuk opened his locker and took out his bag, fishing out an old book that was yellowing because of its age. Grabbing a pencil, he scribbled a few things on the front cover and ran back to the counter, where you were still waiting for him. He then presented to you his most prized possession, and your eyes turned wide when you saw the author of the book: Lord Byron himself.

“I think you’ll like his works, so I’ll let you borrow it,” Hyuk shrugged, shoving the book closer to you, “You’ll know where to find me if you finished this book, and maybe if you want to chit chat about Lord Byron.” He smiled, and it was a genuine one where he hoped you would take it as a way for you to see him again soon.

“Are you sure? I mean, I’ll return it of course, but you’re done reading this?” You asked, reluctantly taking the book from Hyuk’s calloused hand and smoothly feeling the old pages with your fingers. He hummed as an answer, and you looked at him with the same expression he held. And at that moment, both hearts were filled with love and warmth, and you couldn’t help but lean in to give a quick peck to his cheeks.

“Thank you so much! I’ll read it well,” And you took a step back, and then another, thinking that you should call it a day for your heart, since all that it’s done is beat rapidly, “I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess?”  You hoped to meet him again, and you gripped Lord Byron’s book tighter, hoping he would give you the respond you wanted.

“Yeap! See you tomorrow, and be careful on your way home!” And as you both waved good bye, you quickly sped away from the café, and when you arrived at the park before the subway, you found yourself jumping in pure joy and screaming your heart out. Fate was being kind for you today, you scored the perfect guy you’ve always wanted, and he seemed to be feeling the same for you! Oh boy you were happy, having fallen head over heels for the charming barista.

And Hyuk was doing the same celebration as you did, raising his fist into the air and yelling his happiness up into the air. It was when his coworkers were back that he stopped his little celebration, but the smile on Hyuk’s face didn’t disappear, and he found himself sleeping peaceful tonight without any stress pounding his mind. It was unbelievable to find the perfect girl that fits his favorite poetry so much.

And you were ecstatic from the message scribbled on the front page. It was an open invitation you would definitely take up to.

Here are some poetry book recommendations for me, and I think you’ll like this since we have the same taste. Here’s my phone number: +82 XXX XXX, maybe you could text me tonight or we’d go book hunting tomorrow after my shift’s ended?:) –Kwon Hyuk

videogame genres; racing games

racing video game is a genre of video games, either in the first-person or third-person perspective, in which the player partakes in a racing competition with any type of land, air, or sea vehicles. They may be based on anything from real-world racing leagues to entirely fantastical settings. In general, they can be distributed along a spectrum anywhere between hardcore simulations, and simpler arcade racing games. Racing games may also fall under the category of sports games.

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Request: I love your writing so glad you opened requests! :)  Could I ask for a Finnick X reader with “You’re the only one I trust to do this.” please? xx

Title: Love can be found in the strangest of time

Pairing: Finnick x Reader

Fandom: Hunger Games

Witer: Jupiter


The Games were cruel.

If there was one thing you had learned from you time in the Arena, it would be to not trust anyone around you, because before you would know it you would end up with a knife in your back as the other person would claim their victory. You had seen it multiple times on the TV, when you were still in your District with your family, and you had even see  it happen  in person. Because you, (Y/n) (L/n) from District 4, were the winner of the 69th Hunger Games, survivor of the Deathly Dessert. You had seen more death and destruction than anyone else from your District, and it were those memories from fallen candidates that had made you strong. The innocent person you had once been was gone now, the memories of a better time fading away with every life you had taken. That was what the Games did to you, they turned you into a killer.

‘But even killers and survivors have weaknesses,’ You realised as you groaned from the pain, your eyes sliding towards the knife that was sticking out of your middle. The spot around it was now covered in thick, red blood as you tried to stop the flow by pressing your hand against it. It wasn’t the first time you had suffered from an injury while being in the Arena, but that didn’t make the pain any less. You silently cursed yourself as you thought about how you had lowered your guard for a minute, just in time for another Tribute to stick a knife in your side and giving you an unpleasant surprise while doing so. It had been a stupid mistake, a mistake a Victor like you shouldn’t have made. But these weren’t the usual Games anyways. These were the 75th Hunger Games, which meant that you were now surrounded by Victors from previous years instead of greenies who had never even hold a knife before. And that exact the reason why you should have been more careful.

'You could have died back there,’ You thought as you pressed your hand a bit tighter against your wound, flinching while doing so. 'You would have died, if it hadn’t been for Finnick to show up just in time.’

It seemed the odds had been in your favour for once. The moment the tribute had stuck his knife in your side, his other hand grabbing your waist to prevent you from running away, your friend and ally Finnick Odair had come back just in time from his search for food and had thrown his trident straight into the back of the man. If he had only hesitated for a second, you would have been dead. But this was Finnick you were talking about, a man just as dangerous as you and every other trained candidate in here. But talking about Finnick…Why was he taking so long?

’'Finnick!” You called out, making sure your voice wasn’t loud enough for unwanted guests to hear. As you tried to sit up a bit straighter against the tree Finnick had placed you against before he had left to grab some bandages from your temporary resting place, you tried to focus your eyes on your surroundings to see if you saw a glimpse of your friend in the green vegetation around you. With a sight, you realised he was nowhere to be seen yet, and you really hoped for him to hurry up. Because with every second passing, you felt your body become weaker and weaker from the blood loss, and you decided to call out for him once more, your voice filled with irritation this time.

“FINNI-”

“Alright, alright! Calm down, princess, I’m on my way.”

You sighted in relief as you heard his familiar voice coming from behind the trees. Not much later, Finnick Odair stepped out of the green background, with a white bandage in his hands. He flashed you an apologising smile as he walked closer to you, even though his eyes were filled with worry at the sight of your with blood covered sight. In an attempt to lighten up the situation a bit, you threw him an annoyed glance.

“Leave it to Finnick Odair to take his time when his friend is laying here with a knife sticking out of her side. Thanks a lot, by the way.”

Finnick shook his head at your sarcastic comment, wondering how you managed to keep your wit even in a situation like this, while he kneeled down next to you.

“Sure, don’t thank the guy who put his ass in danger while trying to get bandages in order to save your life. Way to win a guys heart, drama queen.”

You tried to stick out your tongue as a response, but the movement your body made while doing so only caused a new flash of pain to rip through your side, causing you to whimper once again. You saw how Finnick’s eyes filled with worry while you did you, and you tried to flash him a small smile to tell him you were alright. Sadly enough, you smile only turned into a grimace as you flinched when you felt another sting coming from your wound.

“Just take the knife out of me already,” You told him eventually, while biting your teeth. The longer the thing would stick into you, the harder it would to heal eventually. From his place next to you, Finnick nodded as he reached his hands closer to the knife, trying to find the best way to pull it out without any unnecessary harm.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked you in a soft voice, his eyes filled with concentration as he placed the bandage next to him. “This will hurt more than anything else, are you sure you can handle it?”

You huffed in offense as you let your eyes glide over his posture. “Oh please, you do realise against who you’re talking to, right?”

Finnick let out a tense chuckle as he pulled back his hands, his eyes locking with your (e/c) ones again. The teasing glare had disappeared, leaving only a serious glare behind in his beautiful orbs. His glare made you aware of the seriousness of the situation, and you gulped nervously before opening your mouth again, your voice sounding more tense than before:

“Just do it.”

Finnick took a deep breath at your words, his long hands reaching for the knife once again. His next words however, caused a new feeling to flash through your heart.

“I don’t want to hurt you, (Y/n),” Finnick spoke in a soft but tender voice. His eyes looked down at the knife sticking out of your side, and you saw a glimpse of uncertainty in them.

“Finnick,” You said, your voice hoarse but soft. “If you don’t do this, I’ll die. It already hurts like a bitch anyways, so much damage you won’t do. Please…You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

Finnick’s eyes snapped up at your words as he noticed the seriousness of your voice. With a sight, he nodded in defeat.

“Alright than,” He whispered, giving you an apologizing look. “Be very still, princess. Here it goes…”

Slowly, his hands took hold of the knife, pulling it slowly but steady out of your middle. The sudden feeling of the sharp blade slashing through your flesh once again caused a whole new level of pain to rip through your body and you let out a raw scream of agony, as you tried your best not to move. Your scream caused Finnick to flinch a bit, but his trained hands didn’t tremble as he slowly pulled the knife out of your body, before quickly throwing it away and reaching for the bandage.

Silent tears ran over your cheeks as you bit your tongue in order not to scream again. The knife was out of you, but now the blood could flow freely. Luckily, Finnick was quick and in a swift motion he wrapped in bandage around your middle, stopping the blood from flowing out of your wound. In around a minute, your waist had been wrapped in a white bandage, even though it felt like hours to you. When Finnick was finally done, you let out a sigh of relief as you let your head rest against the three, while closing your eyes. It was over, thank god.

It was Finnick’s soft voice that caused you to open your eyes again.

“(Y/n)?” He mumbled, as he softly placed his hand on your cheek and leaned in a bit, causing a blush to rise to you face. “I’m sorry for hurting you, but you’re going to be alright now.”

You were finally able to give him a small smile back, looking into his beautiful eyes. Suddenly, you were aware of how close the two of you were right now, as you were even able to feel his warm breath on your face. Your eyes flicked to his soft, plumb lips for a moment as you felt butterflies in your stomach, something that felt a lot better than a knife.

“Thank you,” You whispered gratefully, not able to speak out loud. You saw how Finnick smiled at your words, a beautiful smile you had grown to love, before he suddenly leaned in and kissed you. His lips felt as soft as you had imagined them to be, and you couldn’t help but kiss him back immediately. His lips tasted a bit salty and even a bit bloody because of the things the two of you had crossed paths with, and you were sure your face wasn’t any better, but despite that it was a perfect kiss.

When the two of you finally pulled apart, you were both panting from the lack of breath, but your eyes were shining for the first time since you had entered the Games. As you gave Finnick a small smile, you didn’t care about the fact that there were probably multiple camera’s watching you. Maybe the two of you were even projected on a huge screen in the Capitol, who would know?

It was the shot of a canon that ripped you out of your fairytale like situation and brought you back to the reality of the situation. Finnick took a hold of your hand and helped you to get up, which you did with a grim face because of the pain. Finnick gave you a look of concern as he squeezed your hand, scanning your surroundings while doing so. You gave him a nod, indicating you were alright, and he answered with a smile. In a swift motion, he grabbed his trident from the ground as he started to lead you forwards.

The situation surely wasn’t perfect, and the Games didn’t become any less cruel, but at least you had now found an anchor to which you could hold on when things got rough. And yes, you were aware that you might lose him, but right now he was with you and that was all that mattered. So with a small smile on your face, you forgot your pain as you followed Finnick back into the woods, away from the place you had been sitting minutes ago.

“Alright, let’s go.”

(Gifs not mine)

I just terminated my #Netflix subscription over their cancellation of #Sense8. By cancelling Sense8 when not only was the 3rd season already slated to be its last but almost 500,000 people have request its salvation as well, it is plain to see that Netflix truly does not care about its viewers. #MarvelsIronFist was still renewed for a 2nd season despite widespread fan and critical dislike of its premiering season. Sense8 was eliminated regardless of a devoted fan following and critical recognition of it being one of the most inclusive, unique shows available today. Yes, Sense8 has its flaws but its contributions far outweigh its shortcomings. Netflix’s refusal to even give us a special or 2 hour-long movie as closure to the series if they will not renew it for a 3rd season shows their continued lack of concern when it comes to fans of their original programming.

As another slap in the face to fans, Netflix announced Sense8’s cancellation on the first day of June. June is Pride month. A show that is renowned for its realistic #LGBT characters and inclusive storylines gets abandoned at a time when #LGTBQIA people get to celebrate being who they are. It is as if Netflix told fans- whether intentionally or not- the #LGBTQ people who drive this show are not good enough. You #queer fans are not good enough.

So, I’m doing the only thing that matters to companies. I’m speaking the only language they know: money. I’m taking my money out of their hands. I had previously planned on buying box sets of Sense8, now I’m not sure if I will do so. Netflix’s sole concern being profit is illogical with them consistently renewing some unpopular shows while rejecting quality, popular projects known for their diversity (#TheGetDown is another prime example of this).

I hope those of you who have not already cancelled your Netflix subscriptions in protest of Sense8’s termination will join me. Maybe with us united, Netflix will reconsider and give Sense8 the closure it deserves. I know that is unlikely. Even if we do not succeed in getting justice for Sense8, perhaps our actions will make Netflix think twice before betraying their fans again.

anonymous asked:

Very anon person requesting a kiss. 🙂 *offers goats*

okay okay, fine. I have no idea what the context here is, other than, Emma and Killian trying to plan some sort of mission or something and Emma getting distracted. Uhm. Enjoy?


“… so we ought to be able to sneak by. What do you reckon?”

It takes Emma a moment to realise that Killian has finished speaking. It takes her a moment longer to realise he’s asked her a question. He’s still half-bent over the map they’ve been studying, looking over at her with those blue eyes of his, an expectant sort of furrow in his brow.

His hair is a mess, dark strands falling into his face and tickling at his eyebrows. He shucked his vest a while ago, leaving him in nothing but that billowing, half-unbuttoned shirt, and Emma is finding out just how distracting he can be when he’s not trying.

One kiss, she thinks, with a distant sort of amazement. One kiss, and suddenly she can’t seem to keep her eyes or her mind off him. That’s new. That didn’t happen after the first time.

But the first kiss didn’t mean what this one meant. Not to her, anyway.

He’s still waiting for an answer, that crease in his brow deepening a little.

“Uhm,” she says.

“Are you all right, love?”

“Sure,” she says, tucking her hair back behind her ear, only to realise that it’s already in place because she already did it a minute ago. “Sure. Just. Well. You know, it’s all a little… I can’t believe we’re doing this again.”

He usually reads her pretty well, but it seems that she has stumped him. She can’t blame him. She doesn’t really know what she means, either. He’s probably still got half his mind on maps and landmarks and strategies. So much for him having the one-track mind. He’s planning strategies, and she’s ogling his chest.

And his arms. And his face. And his hair. And even the way he uses his hook to gently spread the map across the table.

“Pardon?” Killian says.

“It’s just one thing after another,” Emma says, almost at random. “You know, with the curses, and witches, and dragons, and killer robots—”

“Killer what-now?” He looks really confused now. And more concerned than ever, his eyes soft and searching on her face, his body shifting towards her ever so slightly. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips, his throat working as he opens his mouth, about to speak—

Emma gives up.

It takes two steps to reach him, one movement to slip her hand up his chest to his shoulder, and no effort at all to pull his head down to hers. Her lips brush his once, twice, and then he seems to realise what’s happening, and his arm goes around her waist and he’s kissing her back.  He’s not holding her, exactly, still hesitant—always ready for her to pull back, to let her go, to give her space.

That thought has her pressing closer to him, her hand slipping around his neck, brushing through his hair. She fumbles blindly with her free hand until her fingers touch the cold metal of his hook, and she tugs at it.

He makes a low, desperate sort of noise in the back of his throat, and his arms go around her, and she forgets about everything else. He’s warm and solid against her, the fabric of his shirt rustling slightly as his body shifts to align with hers. Her heart is hammering, her nerves humming with awareness. His lips are soft against hers, almost too soft, too gentle. She tangles her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, and gives a slight tug.

“Emma,” he breathes, a sigh and a prayer in one, and then his lips are back on hers. Her mouth parts on a gasp, and he takes advantage like a pirate, his tongue slipping past her lips to tease and explore. A slow, sultry ache is spreading through her, and she wants more, more of him, more of this. She slides her other hand beneath his shirt, caressing his skin, feeling the muscles of his shoulder flex as he moves his own hand up to cup her cheek.

Emma loses track of time for a while, lost to the sensation of her body pressed against his, his mouth on hers, his hand brushing over her skin and back into her hair. He kisses her with a quiet, concentrated intensity, like he needs to, like it’s all that matters, like it’s everything he’s ever wanted, and she thinks that maybe she wasn’t the only one who was distracted, after all.

“Killian,” she murmurs, when she eventually manages to pull away, just enough to be able to take a breath.

“Mhmm?” He looks wrecked, his hair sticking up worse than before, his eyes dark and wide and a little desperate. His cheeks are tinged pink, and his lips are red and swollen, and she wants to pull him right back into her.

Instead, she keeps her hands on his shoulders as she looks up at him and smiles, a little rueful. “You’re gonna have to repeat the question.”

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Maybe his world is gray but Maura is always in colour <3

Here it is! The Gray Man had a snapchat. Probably installed by Blue and she told him to try it out. And so he did. And kinda liked it. As you can see he tries to keep it gray as possible. Oh, Dean…

Anyway I can imagine that since he is so attached to Maura and Blue he can send gun photos to the boys as a reminder that if anyone of them will hurt Blue… Well, let’s just say the raven boys won’t have any feather.

Overprotective Mr. Gray is my headcanon now and you will not take it from me!

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Red Roses

Request: “can you do a imagine were daryl gives the reader roses?”

Request: “Daryl does something nice for the reader and make it a drabble please??”

Request: “Daryl at Hilltop imagines? preeeettttyyy pleasee :D”


  • Daryl Dixon x Reader (Mentions Maggie, Jesus, and Sasha)
  • 611 words
  • No warnings

After the two week hunt, you are ready to head back to Hilltop and fall in your own warm bed. The trip overall was a little stressful. You and Jesus met up with a few others who were waiting several hours out, only to find that most of them had died in a walker attack. You two spent four days alone cleaning up the mess whilst the others went on ahead.

Of course, you still found nothing and came back empty handed, except for a few articles of clothing found in an old farming house.

Jesus waves you off as he hurries to check in. You, on the other hand, want nothing more than your bed. So you make the short walk over to your trailer and unlock it with the key given to you by Maggie. This used to be hers until she moved in with Sasha, saying it was better if she had a roommate. You are perfectly fine on your own.

When you open the door, you know something is off. You raise your foot and lift yourself up, peering into the one room trailer. There are several vases sitting around, all full of red roses. You walk over to one of them and lean down, sniffing one that looks particularly sweet.

“Who…” you wonder to yourself, looking around and counting the six vases sitting around. There has to be over a dozen roses. Most of the vases aren’t actually vases, but some of them were coffee cans or cups that were from the mansions kitchen.

You make your way over to Maggie’s trailer, knocking on it three times. She opens the door within seconds.

“You’re back!” She grins, throwing her arms out for a hug.

“Who was in my place?” You ask.

Maggie’s arms fall at her sides and she cocks her head, confusion crossing her face. “Huh? Nobody.”

“Somebody was and you are the only person with the other key.” You point out, knowing full well it wasn’t Maggie.

Maggie shrugs her shoulders and a smile returns to her cheeks. “Maybe it was prince charming across the way.” She says in her thick country drawl.

It’s clear now. You turn and walk over to the picnic tables, where he could be found, cleaning his crossbow or gutting an animal he found. You hurry, picking up your pace as you see his back facing you. He doesn’t know your back, at least you didn’t think he did.

He stands and turns, stopping completely when he sees you drawing near. His eyes are fixed on you, his crossbow at his side as always.

“It was you.” You look down at him.

“Me?” Daryl’s accent was strong, though very different from Maggie’s.

You nod, coming to a stop right in front of him. He stands up straighter. “Yes, you. Why?”

He doesn’t say anything at first, just breathes in deep and long. His eyes dart across the field where your trailer sits. “’Course it was.” There was a new air surrounding him, nothing like the dark cloud that follows him wherever he goes. This was much different—you liked it.

“You remember I like roses? I mentioned that months ago.” You’re in awe. This man, this very man that came to the Hilltop with Jesus and completely changed how all of you lived, was this sweet, sweet man underneath all of that dirt.

Daryl nods. “How did I do?”

You smile and throw yourself against him, causing Daryl to drop his crossbow to the ground and wrap his arms hesitantly around your waist. You hug his neck and pull him close, silently wishing you had done this weeks ago.