hi bones


How long ago was it that the two of us agreed that Flint threatened to be the end of us all? That he would find ways of driving us over and over again into that storm till there was none of us left?

How is this not just the next storm in a very long line of them?

i. a soft light from within: hiding in his smile, running in the rivers of his eyes. his hair is dark like sleep, like endless quiet; his fingers are careful and his kiss tastes like the hush of a church on a holy morning. i swear his bones glow with the weight of his silent spring-morning glory.

ii. his scabbed knees and his broken bones only spill the light out where i can see it. each bruise is a sunrise; each cut is a candlelight; each tear is a sparkling pearl on the end of his nose, fragile like divinity. in agony he breathes his blooms into my lungs, where they root and flower. now i am flourishing and now he is barren and the sun always goes down, the light always ebbs away like the tide, nothing you keep in the palms of your hands will stay golden.

iii. his blood is beautiful like nostalgia, like ambrosia, shining from within like the darkest, purest honey you could find. his blood is beautiful, so i make him bleed.

—  beauty // abby, day 191 // prompt for @dreamers-inc

The Rifter Series by Ginn Hale / Character: Ravishan/Kahlil

Ravishan looked up at him, as if he were startled, then slowly his expression melted into a radiant smile. John realized that part of what made Ravishan’s smiles so charming was the sense of surprised delight that they conveyed. He never seemed to expect happiness…”


askderpymqhaterdestroyer  asked:

Derpy gets blinded by a light coming from taffy and crashes into a tree - ' you got this taffy '

As Taffy becomes more aware of his surroundings, he feels a slight shiver in his bones. He couldn’t quite remember how he came to be at the failsafe place.
He turns around and realizes that Peppy and Cinnaby were behind him. 

weekly fic rec VIII

↳ 1. feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream by togetherwecouldbealright (123k, complete)

“Alright, alright. No need to bite,” Harry says, holding his hands above his head in a general gesture of surrender.

Louis quirks an eyebrow and his foot nudges Harry’s as he moves to sit straight. “If that’s what you think biting is, you’ve got another thing coming, Styles.”

Harry blinks at him before he feels his face flush and inside the marrows of his bones there’s pulses of heat, pulses of fire spreading through him. “Is that a threat, your Highness?”

“That’s a promise,” Louis answers just as the car halts to a stop. “One I intend to keep.”

Harry is a journalist with a lot of secrets and Louis is the future king of the United Kingdom; they live together for 60 days.

↳ 2.  a grocery list pinned to blue by dangerbears (19k, complete)

AU. after eight years, louis finally has everything he’s wanted. except for harry. 

↳ 3.  It’s My Pleasure To Introduce You by LoadedGunn (8.2k, complete)

Louis cannot help himself. He stretches a bit so he can whisper in Harry’s ear, “That’s what I’d do to you, when you’re close to coming. Just think. You’ll be so overwhelmed but you won’t want it to end, not really, so I’ll switch it to the seventh setting, give you just a few seconds to catch your breath but then it’ll rock inside you, right against your spot, so hard you won’t be able to breathe, but before you can finally come it’ll stop again. How long do you think you could keep it there, just staying right on the edge?”

“I couldn’t,” Harry whispers, definitely shivering now. “I just couldn’t tease myself like that, I’d have to touch my cock. If I wanted to… I’d need someone to do it for me.”

Louis slips his hands from Harry’s fingers to his wrist, where he clutches hard. “You would.”

Or, the AU where Louis is the most helpful sex shop salesperson in the history of sex shops, and Harry really was just looking for a vibrator with simple instructions (yet ended up getting a hands-on demonstration).

↳ 4.  Swim In The Smoke by whoknows (101k, complete)

“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

↳ 5. Some Things Take Root by navigator, quitter (50k, complete)

AU. Louis’ ex doesn’t get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage. 

rec list / request / weekly fic rec


From Fort Dawnguard, Varen rode north and out of the Rift, straight through into Whiterun Hold. From there, he negotiated the roads farther north, pushing towards Hjaalmarch. As a risky time-saver, the armiger took the unkept path through Labyrinthian. He emerged on the other side of the mountains unscathed, clearing the last leg into Stonehill without much trouble.

At Stonehill, he stopped into the local tavern to warm his bones. Though not officially an “inn”, the owner there allowed Varen to spend the night with a few convincing septims thrown his way.

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Star Trek - “Vulcan’s Forge”

A year after Kirk’s “death” Spock is the captain of a science ship, the Intrepid II, with his CMO/BFF Bones and first officer Uhura, when they get a distress call from a childhood friend Spock once tripped on Vulcan shrooms with (for real. Well, Vulcan lichen but still).


(Where to place: A year after Kirk’s “death” in Generations.)

anonymous asked:

Hey so like...I'm not sure where you got your info, but I'm 99% sure that neutering your dog won't affect his growing. It's best to neuter pets when they're young because it's a lot easier for them to bounce back. There's also experience that they fewer behavior problems, and removing the testes before they reach sexual maturity prevents fluctuations in testosterone that occurs if you wait to neuter. 2 years also seems like a pretty long time for a dog to get like a prostate infection or smth

Actually I got my info for a reliable source!!!! As growing I mean the hormones helps his bone develop healthy. Big dogs don’t stop growing till 2 years-3years. I will not fix my dogs early anymore! Draco’ swim therapist see more ACL injuries in dogs fixed early. They need the hormones to grow! And I waited till Draco was over 2 and he’s fine 😂 if I could I would keep them unaltered 😂

anonymous asked:

31 and 106

31. “Remember Walkmans?”

Okay, she gets that she thinks this all the time, but Ben really does have a nice butt. She wakes up to it and says goodnight to it everyday, which her husband now thinks is incredibly adorable, but come on. Why is that thing even legal? And he should totally know better than to bend down wearing boxers of all things because, seriously, she must jump his bones immediately. He’s amazing with his crazy hair and oversized t-shirt, and he knows exactly what he’s doing to her.

… Or not…

Because, the second she tries to pounce his skinny body, he jumps and hits his head on their closet storage set. He mumbles and rubs his temple, quickly turning around to greet her hello with a small frown on his face. She kisses his lips and the afflicted area before running her fingers through his hair. Because she’s three months pregnant with their triple cherries, and he’s here in his underwear at 2:30 on a Sunday afternoon, and has he even shaved yet? 

Yeah, she’s got to stop looking at him. He’s far too distracting.

“Remember Walkmans?” Ben questions, holding out the ancient aforementioned piece. “Hey, my Achtung Baby cassette is still in here!”

She giggles. “You’re showing your age, Wyatt.” 

Ben shrugs, standing up excitedly and fumbling around with the Walkman to see if it still works. “Henry gave this to me when I was twelve.” He continues fiddling with it, a huge smile on his face as his nimble fingers rub over the device like it’s made of gold. He’s so cute. So gorgeous. Such a sweet man with a nice butt and a slight, compact body like an Italian sports car.

And, so, naturally, she gets to her feet and kisses him. Hard. 

“I love you,” she tells him in between smooches. “I love you so much.”

She moves to take off his t-shirt, but he pulls away instead. “What is happening right now?”

“Sex, Benjamin. Sex is happening right now.” 

He chuckles, carding his fingers through her hair and placing the Walkman on their dresser. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss her bump three times. 


106. “He’s been like that all day.”

“Okay, Knope,” Donna says, entering Leslie’s office unexpectedly. “You’ve got to do something with that man of yours.”

Her eyes immediately widen, heart fluttering in her chest as she drops her pen and stand ups. “What do you mean?” 

She follows Donna into the hallway and toward Ben’s City Manager’s office, hoping and praying that he’s alright. She doesn’t know what she’d do if anything happened to him. They have three month old babies waiting on them to come home, and she needs him. She’s always needed him, ever since the moment they first met. Ben gives her crap for that all the time because she, apparently, hated him for the first few months, but whatever. 

Her main point is that she can’t live without Ben. Can’t even fathom not having him in her life.

“Relax, woman,” her friend tells her as they arrive at their destination. “He’s been like that all day.”

She points inside, and Leslie breathes out a sigh of relief because, thankfully, he’s still breathing. But he’s… asleep? Really? 

Leslie’s about ready to inquire more, but Donna’s already gone. 

She heads in, shutting the door quietly and instantly rounding the corner of his desk. She rubs her hands over his shoulder blades, massaging the area gently. Ben flinches and lets out a low, quiet whine, and she reaches over to feel his forehead just in case. Whew. Okay. She doesn’t know how she’d handle an under the weather husband and their tiny triplets all at once, especially since her mom is going out of town for the weekend as soon as they get home.

“You okay, honey?” she questions softly.

Ben’s head is still pillow in his arms, and Leslie keeps kneading the flesh around his shoulders.

“Mmhmmm… Tired.” 

He yawns and relaxes against her touch.

And she knows exactly why he’s so exhausted. Stephen. Their little monster baby has been a holy terror for the last several nights, but Ben’s so caring and doting that he handles it every time the baby cries for attention. He won’t even let her attempt to get out of bed, proclaiming she needs her rest and to go back to sleep. But, of course, he doesn’t return, doesn’t lie down on the mattress and encircle her in his strong, warm arms. Instead, he stays downstairs on the couch to not disturb Leslie or the other two thirds of their triplet party.

“Wanna go home?” 

Ben shakes his head. “No. ‘m ‘kay.”

“Well, how about we move this nap to your couch?”

She doesn’t wait for a response; she just coaxes him into a titled standing position and maneuvers him on to the small sofa in the corner of his office. He’s definitely not supposed to nap on the job, but he practically runs this entire building, so it’s fine. She brushes his fallen bangs back and leans down to press slight kisses in his hairline.

Leslie’s turning around to go inform his receptionist that she’ll be back to wake him in an hour when her husband grabs her hand.

“Don’t go,” he whispers. 

“I have to, baby.”

He pouts. “No. Stay.”

At that, she smiles. “Okay. But just for a few minutes.”

Leslie settles down in front of Ben, and he slings an arm over her waist before kissing the back of her neck.

“Love you, Les,” he mumbles sleepily.

She rubs the back of his hand. “I love you too, Ben.”

Blue Velvet - Chapter 1 - sportamayor - LazyTown [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: ½
Fandom: LazyTown
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sportacus/Milford Meanswell
Characters: Sportacus, Milford Meanswell, Robbie Rotten
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - 1920s, Prohibition, Speakeasies, Bars and Pubs, This Is 100 Percent Serious

“Through the haze of cigarette smoke, Sportacus made his way back to his table, another tumbler of whiskey, neat, in his hand…..He didn’t come to these kinds of places often, but tonight he had felt that restless stirring in his bones that made him feel lonely and heartsick, and he had headed to the speakeasy in hopes of easing the feeling a bit.”


“God damn it!” Luca said frustratedly. He had been attempting to carry groceries up to his apartment but with his left arm pinned in a brace and sling to his chest, thanks to his broken collar bone, it wasn’t going well. Using only his right arm, he’d managed to pick up all the bags but soon everything was too heavy and the milk and two other bags fell in the middle of the lobby. 

Attempting to pick it up with one arm would be too difficult, especially since bending his neck at all still hurt. The hockey player looked around and saw a familiar face. “Hey! Would you mind..” his eyes looked down to the bags. God he hated asking for help. “I uhm….I just…it’s kind of….hard,” the last words came out soft, barely audible. 


Headcanon that Stoick felt this from 200 miles away. 

“Gobber. Something’s wrong. We need to leave for the Edge, NOW.”