i did it too that's it i'm done

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That’s definitely not the first thing that should have come to mind, Kuroo

(tho it looks like no one really minds

aside from bokuto that is)

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@ grrm why did you put a dick joke in Stannis’s monologue where the reader is deciding he might not be a dick. why. 

stannis is that guy who unintentionally makes sexual innuendos and everyone is too scared to point it out pass it on

((What are you all doing here! xD I had a happy attack in McDonald’s. And accidentally spit out my McFrappe(?) all over my girlfriend. Like, seriously these are like, all my favorite blogs rn. Also lilgreencaffine too but they aren’t in the picture. And some of this happened yesterday/two days ago? How did I not notice?! Imma go to sleep now. Min is too tired for this. xD))

Stargazing

Ezio Auditore x Reader

On the second day of Edmas, Captain Kenway gave to me…


A warm hand on the small of your back was guiding you through the darkness, your vision blocked by a red sash.

“Just a bit further, amore mio.” His smooth voice spoke from behind you, the sound as beautiful as the gentlest of music.

“It would be easier if you took the blindfold off.” You laughed, blindly following Ezio’s guiding hand.

“Perhaps, but not as fun.” Ezio teased, his hot breath ghosting along the back of your neck.

You shivered, a combination of his closeness and the cold, winter air. Lights were dancing beneath your eyelids, the soft tune of a sweet song echoing into the night air. You could practically feel Ezio’s smile behind you, his pace quickening as you drew closer to whatever surprise he had in store.

“Okay, caro,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning in close. His chest was pressed tight to your back, his soft hair tickling your shoulder. “You can take it off.”

You smiled at the enthusiasm in his voice, your fingertips gliding along the silky texture of the sash. You peeled it away slowly, your eyelashes fluttering open. A light misting of rain drops ran down on the two of you, Ezio’s heat keeping you warm. Dozens of flickering lights met your gaze, the darkness of night lost in the beauty of the atmosphere. The candles formed a path, red petals littering the ground between each radiant light.

“Ezio,” you murmured, grinning like an idiot. He mirrored your expression, the curve of his lips pressed against your neck.

“Keep walking.” He insisted, disentangling his arms from around you. A shiver ran through your body at the loss of his warmth, his fingers interlacing with your own instead. A new wave of heat spread through you, his contact alone warming your heart.

“Are you bringing me out here to murder me?” You joked lightly, bringing his arm around your shoulders and nuzzling against him.

“You better watch out, dolce cuore,” he warned jokingly, a laugh on the tip of his tongue. The candles, still shining bright, were beginning to burn out, light puffs of smoke breezing through the air. The forest surrounding the both of you was eery, strange noises and rustling branches following the two of you like a creature hunting prey. Ezio’s brown gaze watched you from above, his soft, pink lips curved up in a smile.

“Here,” he signalled, stopping you in the middle of a clearing. The moon shone down upon the both of you, the lights of stars twinkling up above. The gentle bite of wind and light showers no longer bothered you, your eyes focused on the sky.

“It’s beautiful.” You breathed, the stars reflecting in your eyes. So many hopes and so many dreams could be seen in their soft twinkle, the sky like a sea of aspiration. A thousand untold stories were hidden in their sweet sparkle, your hand unconsciously reaching out to trace some of the more visible constellations.

“Yes, you are.” Ezio whispered, his lips against your ear. A delightful shiver ran down your spine, a tingle left where Ezio’s lips had been against your bare skin.

“Ezio.” You groaned playfully, faintly shoving his shoulder. He chuckled, a smooth and soft baritone to your ears.

“I speak only the truth, mia bella.” Your heart warmed at his rich tone, your body automatically seeking out more contact with him. He happily obliged, his head resting atop yours and his hands rubbing patterns up and down your back.

“I hate you.” You muttered, smiling despite yourself. A twitch of his lips brought on his own smile, his palms temporarily pushing you closer into him. He smelled of the fresh rain and roses with a deep undertone of lemony thyme. Your hands tightened around his neck at the familiar scent, your eyes falling shut at the intimacy.

“You wound me.” His voice was barely audible above the pounding of his heart by your ear, his steady breathing bringing it back to normal.

Your lips, pressed tightly against his chest, curved up in a smile when he cuddled closer, seeming to be almost feeding off your contact. He was like this often, reveling in every minute that he got to spend in your arms. Which, sadly, wasn’t nearly enough for you. He’d brought you out here as an apology, of sorts, for not being able to devote every minute with you. Of course, you understood why, but he seemed adamant about making it up to you.

A short burst of wind rustled your clothing, a large exhale passing through his lungs.

“It’s getting colder.” Ezio noted, his tone wistful. “Perhaps we should journey back.”

The thought of having to endure the strange and wild roads for another few days had you gripping onto his back tightly, your body practically being held up by his arms.

“A few minutes longer?” You pleaded, opening your eyes and batting your eyelashes a few times for good measure. At his look of protest, you stuck your bottom lip out, giving him your best impersonation of a needy dog. He broke almost immediately, nodding and pulling you back into an embrace.

“Only a few minutes.” He mumbled, running a hand through your (Y/H/C) locks.

The tug of his skillful fingers had you cuddling even closer to him, your head wedged in between his head and shoulder. You breathed him in, your own fingers dancing along the curve of his spine. Muscles flexed and relaxed beneath your touch, his entire demeanour shifting to something more comfortable and familiar at the feel of your hand on his body.

“Io ti amo.” He said, the ghost of a smile on his lips. There was no desperation or anger or sadness in his tone, just a sweet, honest declaration of love. You smiled, your cheeks almost aching at how wide you’d spread them.

“I love you too.” You replied, the cloth of his robes soft beneath your fingertips.

Something decidedly colder landed on the crown of your head, your body tensing beneath it. Ezio breathed out a laugh, his fingers swiping the offending item from your head. He presented it to you with childish glee, a sole, white snowflake melting on his fingertip.

“It’s snowing.” You giggled, watching the flakes with awe.

They were beautiful, each unique in their own way. You were so lost in your observation of the snowflakes, you failed to see the way Ezio’s eyes lit up with your smile, or the way he fell even more in love with each sweet word that slipped through your lips. He could tell you how he felt over and over again, he could even show you how he felt, but for the moment, he’d rather just watch and fall even further in love with your smile, with your laugh, with you.

comminuta  asked:

" luna watch out! " the smaller of the two women jumps forth, hands pushing against the blonde until body was out of range of the attack. the songstress takes the blow fully and drops to the ground, hands clutching at the wound as skin paled and red pooled around her.

not fair, did not ask for this, literally beyond unnecessary, i cannot believe??

numb is what she becomes; mind, heart, and limbs
alike. for the COLD ground beneath, slick with the
ocean’s spray and tears from gods themselves. . it
brought her nothing. . 

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OKAY BUT I AM SO DONE WITH THIS BAND

SERIOUSLY WHO IS RBB WHY AREN’T ZAYN AND LOUIS TALKING WHO IS REALLY NIALL WHY DID LIAM GROW A KIDNEY WHY DID IT RAIN ALL ROUND THE WORLD WHEN ZAYN LEFT WHAT DID HARRY WHISPER IN LOUIS’ EAR WHY DID EVERYONE IN WELLINGTON HAVE A NOKIA WHERE IS THE REST OF THE WEED VIDEO WAS BRIANA REALLY PREGNANT WHY HASN’T BEN WINSTON BEEN FIRED YET WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED IN WELLINGTON WHY DID HARRY AND LOUIS LOOK AT EACH OTHER WHEN THE DUDE SAID THEY HAD NEVER MET BEFORE HOW DID NIALL BREAK HIS FOOT WHY DID ELEANOR HAVE A HIDDEN TWIN WHY DID LOUIS ONCE TWEET SOMETHING THAT WAS WAY OVER 140 CHARACTERS WHY THE HELL IS OLI FOLLOWING LOUIS EVERYWHERE WHY WAS THE A ON HARRY’S HARRY LOVES LOUIS SHIRT UNDERLINED WHY DID THEY CUT HARRY’S SOLO WHEN THEY PERFORMED AT THE OLYMPICS I CAN’T EVEN

Classic and EU Who Appreciation Week - Day 6: Favourite Scene 

History sometimes gives us a terrible shock, and that is because we don’t quite fully understand. Why should we? After all, we’re too small to realise its final pattern. Therefore don’t try and judge it from where you stand. I was right to do as I did. Yes, that I firmly believe… And now, they’re all gone. All gone. None of them could understand. Not even my little Susan. Or Vicki. And as for Barbara and Chatterton — Chesterton — they were all too impatient to get back to their own time. And now, Steven. Perhaps I should go home. Back to my own planet. But I can’t… I can’t…

I haven’t written anything for any of my other appreciation posts this week but I just wanted to say a little something about why I chose this scene. Even though we can’t watch it, the audio alone lets us know that Hartnell is absolutely acting his heart out. These beautifully written lines are delivered with such emotion and we can only hope that one day we’ll be able to see the performance that accompanied the words. The speech itself is so revealing about the First Doctor’s character development, how he has softened from someone so opposed to human company to someone lamenting their departure. What he says about history giving us a shock harks back to serials such as The Aztecs and can still be seen in modern stories like The Fires of Pompeii. It’s such a wonderful window into how the Doctor sees the universe and a reflection back to those who have accompanied his on his travels, and by the end of the speech it’s impossible not to share the loneliness and helplessness expressed in his final broken “I can’t”.

Jim Moriarty (Sherlock BBC) poster made using Illustrator CC.

Little bit of anger, a slice of nostalgia, but mostly madness.


@imlouisaf when I was a small child I had every speech of Paul Bettany’s committed to memory – sorry did I say small child? I mean I STILL DO
GOOD PEOPLE!! I MISSED MY INTRODUCTION!! But please, I pray you, hear it now. For I would lay rest the grace in my tongue and speak plainly. Days like these. are far too rare. to cheapen. with heavy handed words. And so, without any ado, whatsoever, HERE HE IS. ONE OF YOUR OWN. BORN A STONE’S THROW FROM THIS VERY STADIUM and here before you now. The son of John Thatcher. SIR WILLIAAAAAAM THATCHERRRRRR!!!!

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the iron wall can be rebuilt again and again.

happy (laaate) birthday to amazing phoenixdowns​~
you’re so beautiful, inspiring and sweet and it’s so, so nice to know you! I hope that a lot of good things will happen to you and that you’ll never be sad and there will be no problems in your life. I hope you’ll be happy, I’m sure you will, and thank you for staying here. you’re the best~

Yes, Taeyong messed up
Yes, Taeyong was a scammer
Yes, Taeyong is not perfect

Yes, Taeyong apologized for what he did
Yes, Taeyong worked hard as an SM trainee
Yes, Taeyong will be debuting
Yes, Taeyong has the other SMRookies and fans who supports him

No, HE DOESN’T NEED ANY NEGATIVE COMMENTS ABOUT HIM

NOR DOES ANYONE