he is dreaming about her :')

thelioninmybed  asked:

"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs." Any pairing

An early not-yet-together-but-in-love Galadriel/Celeborn from Celeborn’s pov, after they’ve been talking a bit about memories, Galadriel about the Helcaraxe, Celeborn about Beleriand before Morgoth came back, Celeborn isn’t very accustomed to the sun and moon yet and misses the darkness. He thinks about her dreams of ruling and wonders how things would be different if she came in a time of peace and about whatever it is she’s obviously not telling him that’s obscuring his understanding of her. Is it something such that he would still love her if she told him? but otoh would he love her now if she wasn’t shaped by whatever it is that is haunting her.

anonymous asked:

3 sentence fic where Mj’s wet dream comes to fruition?

There is something heady and hot and sweaty about Michelle’s dreams about Peter (and his body and hers thrown flush against the nearest stable surface). Transitioning from dreams to reality is not as sexy as she had imagined; instead, it is stomach-clenching torture. When Liz “accidentally” lets it slip to Peter that MJ has less than decent dreams about him, he corners her behind the school gym and she expects him to blush his way through excuses on why their friendship is now over but he defies expectation by licking a dirty, commanding kiss into her mouth and roughs out questions about how she wants him.

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(it’s been like more then 5 minutes since I drew dancing ducks so that means it’s time to draw that again right)

this dream is short but this dream is happy
—  Kiss of the Spider Woman by Manuel Puig

Wait hold on okay.

So there’s a lot of speculation going around saying that Mary and Damien might be siblings or twins based on the fact that they possess very similar physical traits. (Strong jaw lines, same eye color, same eyebrows etc.) and that Mary says they ‘go way back’.

And going back to Mary’s comment about 'squeezing out five kids’ makes me wonder if Mary was the surrogate for Damien’s son, Lucien?

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Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much

Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.

A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)

- M xo

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Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer. 

Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?

You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.

You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.

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can we talk about how Katara willingly opened up to Zuko and no one else about the traumatic events of her mother’s murder

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Why did you give up on your dream? You could ride and continue to dream of designing motorcycles.

Can we talk about how Joey Tribbiani is such a wholesome loyal great character? As much as he’s a lady killer, he’s also just a decent person who doesn’t go behind his friends backs or anything. Like when Rachel was pregnant and planning to move out, he made a baby’s “room” for the baby, he told Rachel how he didn’t care about the noise and a baby hanging around and all around ready to change his lifestyle to help with the baby. And then he takes her out on a date when she says she misses dating. And when he falls for her he is nothing but respectful to her and Ross. He feels guilty that he is in love with Rachel bc of Ross even though Ross and Rachel hadn’t dated for five years. He wants to be a father to Rachel’s kid, like he’s ready to give up his bachelor lifestyle for that, even dreams of it. He takes her to the hospital and worries about her and asks the doctor questions about her health and then Ross rushes in and is an ass and even then Joey tries to make Ross feel better when Joey is believed to be the father. Mostly this is a giant post about how Rachel x Ross sucks and how she belonged to be with Joey.

I just had a thought about Stranger Things. 

If Mike called her every night since she was gone, that means that in the flashforward at the end of season 1, after all the kids left, he sat in the fort, and called El. Wished her Merry Christmas and told her that they all got her present and when she comes back she could open them. 

He probably cried a lot and spend the night in the fort and maybe Nancy saw it and asked Steve to help her carry her brother to bed before he went home too.

And maybe he had a dream about her and woke up in the middle of the night and Nancy went into his room and calmed him down and let him cry on her lap. 

… I just made myself sad!!!

Imagine how different acotar would have been like if Feyre had seen Rhysand’s dreams as well.

Think about it: he sees her painting stuff, and she sees him UtM or maybe glimpses of his court of Dreams. And then when she gets over the Wall, she sees his dreams more clearly and when he sends an image of the night sky she starts to send things back, trying to lift his spirits. Perhaps a painting of hers. Perhaps that painting of the pool of starlight that Tamlin was so quick to dismiss.

And then she starts liking Tamlin but she can’t forget the man in her dreams. Can’t fully commit to Tamlin because there’s just something about this man she dreams about, who sacrificed so much for his court. And then Calanmai. She knows who he is, and when she turns around after he saves her they just kind of stare at each other, not knowing what to do. Because Rhys can’t scare her off, she’s seen Amarantha and knows why he would try to do so. She knows it’s a mask. So they both know that they can’t afford to really talk and are just happy to get a glimpse of this person they dreamt of.

Imagine later, when Tamlin sends Feyre away (she never said she loved him, and though she comes close, she can’t forget the man who everyone thinks is a monster, who just threatened them in the dining room. Who she knows wears a mask to protect) and she comes back not just for him, but for Rhys too. No one guesses why she’s really there and she doesn’t care. Except Rhys. He knows. He sees that she came back for him too.

Imagine her trials. Still horrible, but how much of a difference would it make if Feyre knew she truly had an ally?

Imagine acotar where Feyre sees Rhysand’s dreams just as he sees her’s. What a different story that would be.

a concept:

  • percy, very drunk: gods, i could just marry you right now
  • vex: we’ve been married 3 years percy
  • percy: let’s get divorced and do it agai n 
  • vex, gently patting his cheek: i appreciate the sentiment darling but that seems extremely impractical
  • percy: f cku practicality i love yu o

It’s stupid how much I want the fic of Barry Bluejeans being bitten by a Werebear one fine cycle.

Fic: Cold Comfort (Velora, Vex, Percy)

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Major spoilers for Episode 115.

Two years after the battle with Vecna, Velora returns to Whitestone for several long-overdue conversations.

Cold Comfort

Velora stops at the shrine to the Raven Queen first, padding cautiously into the room, the stonework ice-cold beneath her bare feet, and says, softly, experimentally, “I hate you.”

The shrine is empty at this early-evening hour, and so her words echo louder and more certain than she means them to. She swallows shyness with the remembered taste of ashes on her tongue, pushes past the heavy stench of blood in her nose and mouth, and says it louder, her voice cracking on the shout. “I hate you!”

There are no ripples on the surface of the small pool of blood, no dramatic flurry of feathers or dark wings curling around her. It’s just a cold, stinky room.

She clears her throat, rubs her face to stop her lower lip quivering, and says, “Thank you,” before turning on her heel and starting the long, slow trudge up to the castle.

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