heart beats so fast

Comfort (Brett Talbot Imagine)

Brett x Reader


Summary: Brett do his usual visits just to find you crying on your bed as you just finished a book where your fav-character died.

A/N: A lovely idea from a Anon, thank you so much for your sweet suggestion! ♥

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Your heart beat fast in your chest, the panic within you rising as you shuffled among the last blank pages of the book you just finished. The tears that been building up in the corner of your eyes started to fall down from your cheeks.


“No, it can’t end like this!” You whimpered and toss the book on the floor before you cuddled up beneath the blanket, staring at the roof and tried to keep the tears from stop falling from your face.

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@raythrill, @pictorch-art and I worked on an art collab/meme for the Hamilton!college AU

They both did such a great job I’m in awe

That “can you read that text” or “open that snapchat for me” kinda love. That wanting to hold hands even if you’re in the front seat and their in the back seat kinda love. That double, triple, multiple text because you keep thinking of things you’re obsessed with about them kinda love. That “I’ve been hurt before and really wanted to give up, but then I found you” kinda love. That taking more pictures of them than yourself because they are so fucking beautiful kinda love. That “I saw you in my dreams” kinda love. That saving their voicemails so you can always hear their voice kinda love. That “you make my heart beat so fast when I didn’t want it to beat at all” kinda love. Yeah, that kinda love.

I never pranked my parents again after the incident.

by reddit user Eigengraulogy

I was 11 years old when it happened.

As a kid, I knew that something wasn’t quite right with the events that unfolded at the time. Even though it was never brought up again under any circumstances by either one of my parents, it’s something that always stuck with me. I can’t say it’s a memory that I tried to suppress seeing as it was always there at the back of my mind, bothering me like an itch that wouldn’t go away unless properly scratched.

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When Prince Lotor told Keith it was his job to take care of the newly-captured human, he was both curious and confused. Why him? Was it because he was half-human? Well, he did have some childhood memories with his human father so maybe the Prince thought he had a better hand at taking care of the prisoner.

And Keith did try because, one, it was his job and two, he was curious. He was expecting to be baffled or pissed because Lance was such a strange creature. What he didn’t expect, however, were extra warm fluffy feelings that made his face heat up and made his heart beat so fast, he was afraid it was going to fall into his stomach.

Oh, well. Maybe he should see a doctor.

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Just a little KLance something. Would Lance be able to escape? What role will Keith play in all this and would he be willing to go with Lance to the Castle of Lions? To Team Voltron? TO THE ENEMY?

I’m not sure but what do you think? :D

That excerpt-looking story up there was written by Mama Birb @xaidrawsandwrites . I showed her the comic sketch and told her the summary of my story, then SUDDENLY THERE’S THIS FIC. IT’S MAGIC GUYS

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“I wanna hear you! I want everyone here to yell as loud as they can, because I want fucking Donald Trump to hear everyone in Polska, everyone in Europe, everyone in Africa, everyone everywhere to tell this motherfucker to fuck off!
I WILL NOT OBEY ANYTHING THAT THAT MAN SAYS! I believe in equality! I don’t believe in fucking racism, I don’t believe in fucking sexism, I DON’T BELIEVE IN FUCKING ALL THE BULLSHIT THAT HIS CAMPAIGN FUCKING REPRESENTS! FUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER! NOT MY PRESIDENT! NOT MY PRESIDENT! NOT MY PRESIDENT!”

(21st January 2017)

(I was going to gif this but fuck that, you need the full experience, you need to hear and see him say it.)

Stay for the night

So… I had this idea earlier today and I’ve been working on it since 3PM. I hope you guys enjoy it and please let me know what you think! Lots of love, B xx

The house is empty and silent, much different than when you first arrived and the last bottles of beer and wine have been tossed in the bin just outside of Harry’s kitchen. You’ve managed to tidy things up a bit, make the house less messy than when his drunk guests left almost half an hour ago and now, after washing your hands from the sticky remnants of beer that got all over them while you cleaned up, you can finally try and find him and bid your goodbyes.

When you do find him, he’s sitting on his couch, legs spread open and a hand resting on his tummy, his head tipped back and resting against the back of the couch, a frown on his forehead and his lips pressed in a tight line - if you didn’t know better, you’d say he’s fighting nausea but you know the truth. You know he’s just about to pass out and sleep for the rest of the night on his couch and the only thing he’s waiting for is for you to leave - he’s too much of a gentleman to let you just leave without saying goodbye.

Smiling, you stand between his legs, one knee resting on the small bit of the couch that’s available and you lean forward, hand reaching for the curls that fall across his forehead, your fingers pushing it back in a slow rub against his scalp and he hums in appreciation of the gesture.

“Everyone’s gone.” You inform him, thumb smoothing across the frown lines on his forehead and he relaxes under your touch, his face turning softer, his lips opening around a sigh of contentment. “I’ve cleaned up so you don’t have to do it tomorrow.”

“Didn’t have to.” He says and you can see his sleepy green eyes open to glare at you, but the effect of his intended angry stare is just a grumpy and pouty, too sleepy to look menacing stare. “‘M a grown man, can do my own cleaning.”

“Know you are…” You giggle, cupping his face in one of your hands and rubbing your thumb across his pouty lips. “Just wanted to help.”

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(original cover design by @thebratfarrar​)

SO I decided to post the podfic I made of Map of the World by @seperis. I deliberated for a long time (honestly like…a year) about whether to do it or not, but then I kind of just figured…ehh why not? I think eventually someone will come along and do this much better, but for now…here’s this. 

It is not perfect. I’m not sure it’s even really very good. But it is finished, finally. And maybe it will bring you some happiness. I actually kind of enjoy listening to it, even though it’s my own stupid voice!  Anyway, some caveats under the cut to help mitigate my insecuritiesss :)

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I Own You

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Words: 2508

Warnings: Angst;  rough, unprotected sex; fluffy ending

A/N: I had a mighty need to write some angry, rough Loki… So here you go. I hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by luvn-loki



A dull headache was the first thing that woke you up. You blinked few times to clear your sight and look at the empty side next to you.

Turning around you noticed that the sheets were a pure mess and then you noticed that it was 2 p.m.

“Ah, great!” you groaned and then pulled to covers to the side.

You were naked and probably got awfully drunk last night.

Then it hit you. You had a fight with the god of mischief before you let tequila possess you.

 You laid back in the bed and tried to remember something more from last night, but you got nada. All you could still feel was the strong smell of the steaming alcohol off your skin.

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